She was quite a storyteller, he noted. His smile grew as she went on, rattling off names and places and stories of people she must never have met, given their age; it was much more than he knew about his family, or at least more than he could recite on demand. "That's quite a lot of L's," he interjected. But some families did have their funny little traditions ... The thought of Obliviating oneself, though, was a little too ghastly to find amusing. It was understandable, of course. He'd been young, no more than a child, but everyone knew it had been dire. Just like this time.
"It was hard on him, then," he said, with quite a heavy dose of sympathy. "It was on a lot of people, wasn't it." His parents hadn't made it out, and he still hadn't quite forgiven those involved, even if they were just some amorphous group of Ministry officials who probably hadn't had much say in the matter at all. "But ... Bath is really nice. I've only been a couple of times."