“Jesus, Dad,” Maximoff grimaces. “What?” “I can’t celebrate Grandfather Calloway’s death. He meant a lot to the Cobalts. Janie loved him, and Sulli always talks about the chocolates he’d sneak her as a kid.” Lo stares at him for a long moment. “God, you’re such a Hufflepuff.” Maximoff groans. “You have your mom’s heart.” “Dad.” “That’s a good thing. Keep it. You don’t want mine. It’s ugly.” “It’s not,” Maximoff refutes. “That’s exactly what she’d say.” He smiles at him.
