“Father, please,” Delphi sighed. “I’m sure he has more important business to attend to rather than, I don't know, listening to the Dark Lord scolding him—no offense, by the way.”
“And I’ll guarantee that he’ll write me only one letter a day, if I’ll send a howler to his place. Oh, and don’t worry, Mrs. Parkinson wouldn’t mind. She adores me.”
No, no it is not a bother in the slightest. I simply feel that perhaps your relationship is becoming quite serious, and I should meet the young man.











