Severus stood in the meeting hall of the Guild of Spellcrafters wishing that he were somewhere else, anywhere else, while attempting not to make eye contact with his mother.
"I think she's a remarkable young woman, and I believe that you do, as well," continued Eileen, before reaching out to take another champagne flute from a floating silver tray.
Severus had, perhaps, had one too many flutes, himself, for his honesty surprised him. "Yes, Mother, Ms. Granger-Weasley is quite accomplished, and I admire her greatly."
Eileen cleared her throat and stage whispered, "But you'd prefer to admire her deeply?"