"Well, Bertram, I'm sure they wouldn’t mind," his Mother told him. "But, we did come to visit your grandfather, did we not?"
"Oh, yes, Mother, I know – though Grandfather, you wouldn't mind, would you?"
"No, I daresay I would not. It's about time you learned how to ride a broom, son. Luna, send over an owl, just to be polite about it."
"Oh, I'll send a Patronus, Daddy. They're much quicker."
Well, Luna, whatever it is that works for you." Looking over to his squirming grandson, he added, "But, hurry, I do believe that Bertram has Antilliorts in his shorts."