"That's good to hear." The thought of having the time to casually play quidditch, to teach his children to play... the peace that that implied, was comforting to Bill after so recently having come from living under wartime.

"I should probably clear that up, shouldn't I?" he said, absentmindedly scratching his cheek. "When I'm from... Well, your sister's about a month away from being born. Your mum's on maternity leave from work, to get the cottage ready." It's already cramped with just the two of them, it had been hard to imagine adding a child, let alone three.

A thought occurred to him. "When's your birthday? I don't want to accidentally miss it."