“I…I met this Muggle boy, and he’s really nice…” she starts.

“Oh ho!” I cry amusingly. “And is he as good-looking as me?” I snigger.

“Okay,” I interrupt for the second time. “If you do get married,” I roll my eyes at this, “Then you’ll be a disgrace to your family as well, just like me!”

Andromeda snorts. “And we can be disgraces together?”

“Oh yeah,” I agree, giving her a high-five.

“This is ridiculous,” she moans with a grin.

Chortling, I add, “We’ll probably get our names burnt off the Black family tree as well.”

For a moment, I think about Grimmauld Place, and of my name being singed off the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. This thought makes me laugh, thinking about my father blasting off my name. I hope it stinks up the whole house.