"Well, you should. Because he's brilliant," she said decisively. Pippa brought the tea in on a tray, two steaming mugs with a bowl of sugar, some milk, and two slices of lemon in case he was that sort.

"Here we go," she said, setting it down the flopping into an overstuffed chair. She kicked her shoes off.

"Now. What do you want to know, Mr. Scamander?"