"Heyyy," Hugo whines as Corrie pulls his hoodie strings, but he does absolutely nothing to stop her. What's the point of hoodie strings if not to be pulled on by cute girls who live in your new apartment building.

"Regular?" Hugo follows Corrie's hand to his own poster. He can guess at the caption's meaning, but happily goes along with Corrie's disbelief. "Poppycock indeed! In fact, I'm wildly irregular. I mean, what are the chances the most brilliant witch of her generation would have a non-magic child? Seriously."

He spins around and calls out into the ether. "Hello? There've been a few mistakes! We'd like to speak to the manager!"