52 Yes, I do.

Magnus looked at her, his eyes burning with the golden glory of molten cheese. FLeur could hear a rumbling emanating from him, beyond that, she could feel his magic simmering and burning in sacred effort.

"Yes, I do." His voice was like thunder.

Out of his mouth he shot a torrent of spit straight to her face, honouring the memory of a thousand proud readers.

"Mostly on pancake days." He added as an afterthought.