Eddie had always been a lover, not a fighter, and war was definitely one of those fights he preferred to stay far, far away from. As a half-blood whose mother had not necessarily wanted a magical child and the only one of three Carmichael children to possess magical abilities, Eddie had grown up in a thoroughly Muggle house. It wasn't that his mother had ever been less than a wonderful parent, but as he had been the only one... It had just been easier to live as a Muggle, Eddie had learned, than try to stay in a Wizarding world where you couldn't go a damn day without reading about someone else dying. He didn't care who had started the war or who was doing what. War was just one of those things he would have absolutely no part in.
He nodded. "I was a Ravenclaw. I graduated just before that whole mess broke out." For the moment, it seemed, he had subconsciously dropped the Arthurian speech to discuss a more solemn topic. "Well, I'm glad they got it back together. Good school, that one. I would have hated to hear that it fell apart. Were you.. involved?" Maybe it was too blunt a question to ask. But he wanted to know what had taken place; he had not heard from, or tried to contact, the Wizarding world in seven years and it was driving him crazy not knowing some things. He laughed, but it was not a laugh of joy; it was more like a kind of bitter scoff. Eddie had few regrets, but this was not the time for them, as suddenly he seemed to realize how serious the conversation was getting, and he quickly tried to change the subject, his regular persona popping back into place.
"It has just come to my attention, my dearest, that I do not know to where I am bringing your groceries. Might you enlighten me as to this piece of knowledge?"