By this definition, she is quite unlike the Wife of Bath who had no such scruple.

Fine, then. Give her whatever title you like that goes with scruples, but I assure you that when your back is turned she can be quite the bawd. She has certainly tried to enjoy that kind of grown-up women bawdiness with me, and I think my cringing No, you're my mommy! Stop it! reaction is a mild disappointment to her. But she just indulges that side of herself with her friends and their daughters instead.

At least Chewie quite obviously had a brain in his furry head. I couldn't say the same for Hagrid.

Suddenly, I don't want to know what this says about me.

Is your husband large and hirsute?

Is your husband large and hirsute?

Um... I did tell him once that if he shaved his beard I would leave him.

I should add, though, he clearly has a brain. A nicely spicy one, too.

Give her whatever title you like

Ex-Wife of Mildly Naughty With Close Friends, But By No Means A Bawd.

Hagrid can die heroically in the last book if that's the plan. I'm down with his Noble Sacrifice.

Um... I did tell him once that if he shaved his beard I would leave him.

Remind me to give you notice when Bears are having their next shindig in the Castro.

Hey, I like Hagrid. He loves all the ugly animals no one else likes and is incredibly loyal. Despite his lack of smarts, I'd hang out in his cottage and have a cup of tea with him.

He loves all the ugly animals no one else likes and is incredibly loyal.

The animals which continually endanger everybody? Btw, he was a crap teacher too.

Despite his lack of smarts, I'd hang out in his cottage and have a cup of tea with him.

And DIE unless Harry saved you.

Not always, sometimes they save the day.