"I'm good at birds." There's been loads of practice: Lucy and her frank, expressive little self, Lachlan's parakeet, denizens of the owlery. Actually, he'd half expected his own patronus to be a bird, until it came out a coyote instead.

Phineas takes a bite of the croissant with little ceremony, then trades it for his sketchbook once it seems Nia's had enough of a look. He wipes a few crumbs from the tabletop with a sleeve and turns to a clean page. "Yeah? Think it's funny how some get the gist of it before they see it. Mine didn't look like anything at all till I had the spell right."

He looks at her carefully, then begins his sketch. Sunglasses. Those have got an emphasis. They make her look a bit like an alien, actually, in the crude lines of his style.