"Oh, I've seen him," Celesca replied, breezily. "I don't know when you're going to have him, or what you're going to call him, or anything like that. But I won't be too much older than him, when we are old enough to get married. So I think I should be allowed to get married to him, really. Yes, I'd like that. I think he'll be a lot like Mister Harry, and I'd like my husband to be like Mister Harry. So, do you think I could? Will you let me? Marry your son and become a Potter, I mean?"