"Hi, Mr Weasley," Neville said shyly. "I'm fine, thanks."
"Oh, call me Arthur, lad," the old man said, waving dismissively as he turned the cup thing over in his hands. "You and our Ginny moving in together, it won't be long before you're calling me Dad, eh?" he winked.
Neville flushed; somehow this was worse than being harangued by the twins. "Err..."