"I dunno. I think she went to that private school in Belgium, the one for the rich folks." George wanted to say that sounded vaguely familiar. George had shagged Ellen a few times, but they'd never talked family details. Brief snippets, where they went to school, what they did. She'd been a lovely girl, and hadn't seemed like the type to mess about. And when he'd had to move locations again, they'd probably said something stupid about keeping in touch, but they hadn't, and it had just been on of those things where it barely started before it was over, and George was left with a sweet face in his memory years later, but barely a name.
And it wasn't that George suddenly fashioned himself a suitable father, but he sure as hell didn't want a kid that was related to him being raised in an orphanage or by fucked up Diggory supporters.
"You don't have to, but might be nice. Might need to go get a drink after that, too."