"My mum sends hers," Harry said with a grimace. He'd had to argue with his father to force him to remain at Haven's Loft, but he wasn't about to let the evening be ruined by his da hanging about.
Intellectually, Harry couldn't figure out why he was holding back with his parents. It had been weeks, and they were only showing signs of becoming more solid, not of going anywhere. He guessed it was his heart keeping him from accepting that he might really, finally have the parents he'd always dreamed of having. He squirmed with ungratefulness sometimes, but he couldn't make himself believe in them. Not yet.
"How's Pandora," he asked, wondering if Neville and Luna were still accepting Luna's mother's return as easily as Neville had intimated the last time they'd talked.