Mari was actually relieved when Cilla asked her some questions. She had thought that the time for lighthearted chatter was over. She smiled. "Five years. My dad works for the Daily Prophet. He's a reporter." Never mind what her mum did, for once.

She wished her parents were bakers. Although with her sweet tooth, Mari would probably get very fat if she had such a supply of sugar. She refrained from saying that at least Cilla's father hadn't had dragon pox. That wouldn't be supportive at all. "Oh, my God. That's awful. Think, Marisol. Any other topic. "Do you have any siblings?" Mari couldn't help but reassure herself that if anything happened in her family, at least she'd have Lucía.