“I know your son in all ways better than you do. Remember that, as you consider taking him from me.” “Oak and ash, Raj, don’t talk to my parents like that! Actually, don’t talk to anyone like that. You know modern grammar. Use it.” I didn’t have another roll, so I couldn’t throw it at him. I settled for wadding up my napkin and bouncing it off his head. He frowned at me, clearly unrepentant. “They’re purebloods. They don’t listen to modern grammar.”
