"Oh, that old outdated mess? Pfft. I would not want to be like Scamander, I could be twice the man he was. It just takes a strong heart and nerves of stee-- oi, go away!" A bee was near him so he promptly started to flail in an effort to get rid of it. Which it did go. Though he had slid very far down the bench and was practically in Barty's lap. He couldn't risk getting stung! He had a beautiful face.

Sliding back away from Barty, he pulled a face. "Is it just be or have there been far more bees this year than normal? God, it's like a jungle here." Here. In Scotland. Very wet, very urban Scotland.