"Okay, Marc." Nico stepped to the side to examine a machine, and Sol took over the conversation.
"He's starting his first year in September," she told Marc. "Confidentially, I'm quietly confident that he's going to be sorted into Ravenclaw. I wouldn't worry about Flitwick retiring. It's highly doubtful that's going to happen for a very long time."
She, for her part, had dearly loved the little man who had been head of her house. Quick witted and intelligent as the students he was tasked with guiding, he had instilled a love of Charms in her that might never have come to be without such an enthusiastic teacher. Sol's true passion was and always had been Potions, so that class had been where she shone without much external interference.
"The thing about me is, I seem to be incapable of writing anything without being snarky and, at the risk of tooting my own horn, hilarious," she laughed. "So I thought the idea of writing a romance would provide an interesting challenge. And it's come together brilliantly, I think—it's definitely not for the pearl clutching, Mills and Boons reading set. I tried to make it racy without being smutty, and it's supposed to be funny. I'm hoping the humor comes across well."