"In five more years, then!" Faelan retorted with a scowl, though it lacked any actual ire. The liquor was coursing pleasantly through him now and he felt more relaxed than he had in days. "Look, I know you don't get it, but I can't really help it. I really wanted to go to Hogwarts, and did I ever tell you that I did actually get my letter? But my parents told me it was too late by then and I barely ever spoke to them again and now my kid sisters are just down the road and when I think about them, all I see in my mind is my parents. I know that's not fair, and it wasn't even really my parents' fault that they didn't know how to deal with a werewolf but some things are just better left in the past."
"Like this beer," he continued, draining the last few drops and signaling the bar for a third with a grin. "I believe in moving on."