That's more like it
Rodolphus and Walden are discussing the latest letter from their son Raphael.
Walden snorted. "A Slytherin friend group, that's more like it. Good ole Slytherin setting our son back on track."
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying that he wasn't 'on track' before?"
Walden told him, "He's a silly Hufflepuff, Rod."
Rodolphus scowled at him. "Call him that one more time, I dare you."
Walden held his hands up in surrender. "Woah, calm down. I was only joking!"
Rodolphus' scowl remained. "No, you weren't. You have never approved of his sorting and don't deny it. Why does him being in a friend group of Slytherins suddenly mean that everything will turn out hunky dory?"
Walden muttered, "I never said that..."
Rodolphus said, "You implied it."
Walden frowned. "Yeah, fine. You're right, as always. I'm sorry, okay? I was wrong. He doesn't need some group of Slytherin friends to make him or his life better because our son is already pretty freaking brilliant as is." He grimaced. "Even though he's a Hufflepuff."
Rodolphus yielded and smiled ever so slightly. "He's our perfect little Hufflepuff and we love him to pieces, Waldo."