"No, those all got confiscated. And I don't want one, it's just that she's got, uh, a few, and if a wand likes you then it's hell to convince her that the law could be a problem."
"I mean you wouldn't have had to pay her for one but I guess if she'd be hard to convince..."
"You probably shouldn't buy things that will be confiscated and against the law just to avoid hurting someone's feelings."
Miranda does not think this is a very responsible answer but she keeps it to herself.
He jostles his elbow against a lamppost and sucks in a breath, which comes out in a giggle fit.
"Nope!"
She nods. "As you were."
"I mean, my cross-section here is Mom, about three incredibly shady people who she allowed into her house, Aurors, social workers, and Sally. Who thought it seemed pretty obvious."
"...I'm not particularly sensitive about the whole thing, if you're burning with curiosity you can feel free to ask."
"I am curious but I'm not sure where to start. If it was in the news or anything I wouldn't have heard it, I've been in Australia for more than a year and only just moved back."
"And the bloody Prophet just kept running story after story about Dark Lords hiding in our shrubbery until Warbeck had some torrid affair and knocked it off the front page," mutters Ms. Halliwell.
"That's really something," Miranda says. "There's been only dribs and drabs of British news down under, and it was all about Harry Potter, so I missed that entirely."
"Yeah, he's neat. Mum quite liked him. I wonder if I should tell him that if I ever meet him?"
Sally nods. "I said this."
"But it'd be fun! I can't imagine he gets many compliments from the other side, it'd be novel and all that."
Sally shakes her head silently.
"No. You would."
"Fair."