Ashwin swallowed the lump in his throat. He never felt like he said the right thing and apparently, according to Professor Myers that was a very strange wish indeed. "Well, ay s'pose it brings life an' gives a sense o' home," he replied. "Or as Charlie Chaplin once say, 'Ay always like walkin' in da rain, so no one can see me cryin'." Not that Ashwin was crying or anything, he was just quoting a classic. He loved the old black and white movies from the 20th century, they had so much heart, expression and originality compared to what was out there today. It was his favorite muggle thing to do, was watch movies.

He then looked at the sky to see what Professor Newton was referencing. The clouds did look like they were stirring and a wide smile stretched across his face. "Ay do believe you're righ' miss, looks like some nimbus clouds are formin' now," he grinned. Why did he know so much about clouds and weather? Well, having a meteorologist for a father kind of stuck these thoughts into your mind. "It's no' too bad in Ireland, jus' depends on how da Atlantic ocean is actin'." Not very many people really asked him about Ireland, the accent was a dead giveaway, but he appreciated the little reminder of home. "What's best 'bout rain is there's always sunshine ta come afta. Like how William Henry Davies puts it, 'Ay hear leaves drinkin' rain; Ay hear rich leaves on top, Giving da poor beneath, Drop after drop; 'Tis a sweet noise ta hear, These green leaves drinkin' near. An' when da Sun comes out, After this Rain shall stop, A wondrous Light will fill, Each dark, round drop; I hope the Sun shines brigh'; 'Twill be a lovely sigh'. "