"You too."

And he helps some people with their homework and writes the letter home with the Elf questions and considers good birthday presents.

Miranda attends her Wednesday classes and one of them is flying.

She can fly! She did not fall off her broom! She did not have to go particularly slowly to retain her grip! She can fly!

It's kind of surprising she hadn't tried this before today.

"I might have been badly balanced on a broom too and Mum wanted me to try it for the first time with a real healer around," Miranda explains when he remarks on that.

"You poor thing. I suppose that makes sense. Do you own a broom? It's much nicer when it's not the school ones..."

"I don't have one, no. It would've been premature!"

"Well, now you can get one!"

"Maybe!"

"Why maybe?"

"Mum's probably already done my birthday shopping, and besides we live in the middle of London, so between school brooms being okay even if they're not great and not having a good space to fly at home it might be silly."

"Ooooh, what's living in the city like? We've only ever been for trips and I just want to - wander around, look at the Muggles, they're so interesting  - smelly, but interesting -"

"Mum loves the city, but I could take it or leave it. It does smell in London, although I don't think that's the Muggles so much as the vanishing charms and water conjuration that they don't have. It's nice having everything all close together, I already knew where to find all the shops I needed for my school things."

"Poor Muggles. Wish there was a way to give them that stuff."

"Statute of Secrecy."

"Yes, I know."

"You might be able to do it secretly but it'd be complicated."

"And you'd go to Azkaban for approximately forever."

"For setting up a magic well that didn't look magic?"

"...maybe not for that. I don't know the laws, but that might be okay."

"Yeah, you'd have to look it up first."

"I'll ask my father."

"Let me know what he says?"

"Of course!"

"Thanks!"