"Ah, Trevor. Has he really made it this far?" Better than some pets, that was for sure. "Suppose you're right." He had meant to look back at the fire, possibly to spend a pleasant moment contemplating chucking all the books into it; he ended up pausing on her face for a moment, trying to remember if he could even recall what she'd looked like, back then. She'd probably always be the same, to him. "... Not worth it, anyway. Then all I'd have would be Fred and George trying to 'lose' me every time we went out of the house."