It's good to see you again, son. [Norman was, of course, wearing a suit. Expensive, perfectly pressed, looking like a million dollars (or so). He smiled as though to say of course their stock was going through the roof; he'd never had a doubt.] Exactly as I'd hoped. But never mind that for now. [He was actually making an effort, which happened so rarely with his son that someone ought to have commemorated it. He put an arm around the boy's shoulders to lead him out of the study.] I want to hear about you, Harry.