"That makes sense. I don't think there are any birds as big as people."

"Yeah, I looked it up, there's a tradeoff in weight and stuff, by the time you're as big as a human the muscles you'd need to lift yourself are heavier than the wings can actually go and that only gets worse."

"I bet they'd still look cool."

"Yeah they did!"

"Ron, you grew up around magic, you must have cool stories about things you've seen done."

"I dunno, there wasn't anything cool, my family's pretty normal."

"Normal for you might be exciting for us. What do you or your parents use magic for?"

"Erm, all sorts of things? Mum washes clothes and makes food and cleans and knits and dad works at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office."

"What does that Office do?"

"Sometimes wizards think it's funny to mess with muggle stuff. Dad makes sure they—don't."

"That's good of him."

"It's not a very cool job..."

"Maybe, not. It's still important."

"I guess."

"Does he like that job?"

"Yeah, he loves muggles and all the stuff they make."

"So isn't that enough? He's happy. That's all he needs."

"...I suppose."

"He sounds nice."

"He is! Um, but I'd say that, he's my dad..."

"I suppose you would. Doesn't mean it isn't true."

"Yeah."

"So, what do you do for fun?"

"Oh lots of things! I like to fly, I mentioned that—sometimes my brothers and I practise Quidditch—and I like playing other games like Exploding Snap or chess."