You might have said, sir! You must think me terribly impolite. As you mentioned Slytherin I thought you had to be near to my age, but of course Slytherin is Slytherin forever. I was a Chaser. I fly on an 1848 Celeritas, the very best.
I can never go back; my duty is to ensure the line doesn't fail and I know that in Britain it Well, it doesn't do to get oneself into a state over things that cannot be helped, and my arrival in the last place was far worse. I thought that I had been kidnapped. They tried to put me into a sort of horrid orphanage, with a muggle in authority there and their machines everywhere, and I was still trying to adhere to the secrecy laws, so I ended up escaping through a window. I could tell you all sorts of stories, but might you tell me what year it was for you, before you arrived?