His enthusiasm is ridiculous, and infectious, and Rosie giggles at the expression on his face. "Just promise you'll tell me once you come up with something," she says. The timer on her phone goes off, and she drains the water from the pasta into the sink, a cloud of steam rising up. "And make sure it's a little less ridiculous than Muggle."

She tosses the noodles in the colander, letting them drain further, then goes to stir the sauce one final time before flicking off the burners. "And as someone who actually went to school in England, I wish I'd learned spells. It would have been much more interesting."