[ A man knowing his name draws Harry up short and he surveys the man carefully and slowly. He cocks his head to the side, curious. Likely a friend of Justine's or a fellow Coven student, or both. Still, he is cautious. Unconsciously, his stance squares up. ]

Normally, I enjoy it fine. When it comes down unseasonably and threatens to ruin weeks or work on a garden full of magical and medicinal plants? That is when I have an objection.