[ Apparently these small magic tricks are not solely limited to entertaining the Vulphyte pups, because the man nearest her is enraptured as well. He's trying not to show it — for one thing there's a squirming bundle of joy in his arms that he's shutting up with a bottle, and it keeps demanding his attention. For another, it's rude to stare. But in little glances, or out of the corner of his eye, he watches Hermione with her wand and magic, fascinated. ]
Excuse me.
[ An already low voice dropped lower so as not to disturb the nursery. He's English — posh English, too, though it softens in ordinary conversation. The grey in his hair and the bags under his eyes make him look about twenty years older than the young man he actually is — but he has gentle eyes, and his hands are steady on the creature. ]
Could you tell me a little more about what you're doing? I've never seen anything like it.
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Excuse me.
[ An already low voice dropped lower so as not to disturb the nursery. He's English — posh English, too, though it softens in ordinary conversation. The grey in his hair and the bags under his eyes make him look about twenty years older than the young man he actually is — but he has gentle eyes, and his hands are steady on the creature. ]
Could you tell me a little more about what you're doing? I've never seen anything like it.
[ And he's seen a lot of weird things. ]