*Bitterly, she sighs. Between them, in the telepathy unique to those long and wisely married, it passes that Bill will be starting at Hogwarts soon--Charlie soon enough after--and that the attitude of the Malfoys and their ilk will follow them there.

She pockets her wand and reaches forward, swiping the blood off his face with her sleeve.*

I know, Arthur.

You were brilliant.

But boys--Charlie, Bill--we don't go fighting in public with our fists, that's..

*She's in full steam, by now, as she passes Ron back to her husband, and the lecture will be a long one.*