He grinned at her question. "Depends who you ask. Mummyji thinks I'm a good boy, but I'm a wild child compared to my best mate." Oh, Phillip, that sweet baby angel. Parry's fingers drummed gently against the side of his glass as he tried to settle on a good anecdote from his Hogwarts days.
"There was this Hufflepuff once. And an old classroom. Maybe more than one. I might have got detention for that one."