Simon. Simon. You need to get up. It's almost eleven, for crying out loud. You missed breakfast, by the way. Your sister's already at work. Listen--scoot over, Simon, make room--I remember how upset you were--don't be dramatic, Simon, I'm your mother; it's nothing I haven't seen, scoot over--I remember how upset you were when we told you we couldn't send you to that wizard boarding school. I know it's been hard on you, but we…