Hardly, Mr. Black. I'm the one who's forgotten my manners. I do hope you'll forgive my middling attempts; it's been some time since I've socialised properly. My mother would be amused, I think.
As for your broom, truly, I'm jealous. I've heard stories of its legendary versatility, but I'm afraid any that remain are lost.
That's a fair trade, I think. It was 2010 for me. I'm sorry to hear of your last experience, though. It sounds exceedingly alarming. Do you need anything that I can bring? I'm a healer, as it happens.