“NotHogwarts?”
“No.Believeme,Itried.Ithinktheydon’twantmygodfathertogrademe.Theythinkhe’dfavormeorsomethinglikethat.”
BisesnortedintohiswineatthethoughtofSnapefavanyoneenoughtouptheirgrade.Nope,itwasn’tompatiblewiththereality.
“Sohow’syourbetterhalf?”Biseasked.
“Wellrightnowwe’rearguing—”
“Youdon’tsay.”Bise’stonewasdryandsarasti.
“—abouthildren.”
Bisehokedonthewinehewasdrinkinganddeidedthat,eventhoughitwasreallygoodwine,heshouldnotdrinkitduringthisoion.
“IanholysaythatisthestthingIthoughtyouweregoingtosay.”
Draosmirked.“Ienjoysurprisingyou.”
“Sowhatexatlyareyouarguingabout?”
“Howtheywillomeintoexistene.”
“Oh,youmeanwhetheryou’regoingtouseapotionoraspell?”
“Yes.”
“Letmeguess,youwantthepotion,hewantsthespell?”
“Exatly.”
Bisegrinnedlopsidedlyathim.“Well,Ithinkwhoeverhastoarrythebabyshoulddeide.”
“Bise,thatisdisgusting.”
Biseouldn’thelpbutughatthelookonhisfriend’sfae.“Sorry,Iouldn’tresist.Well,ifmemoryservesmeorretly,theHereditaryPotionandSpellarebothadministeredatthesametimeofbirth,right?”
“Corret.Aslongasthebabyhasn’tgonethroughanamingeremony,eitheroneanbeusedtohangehisorherheritagetoanotherfamily’s.”