"It was good," Kingsley said, confident that more good would come after. He settled into a slightly tattered, clearly well beloved wingback chair, the photograph Fred had brought them in his hand. He watched as the ambushed kiss broke apart, their reaction to Percy's younger brother having caught them out, the look on Penelope's face as a wand - Kingsley couldn't tell whose from the angle of the frame - flicked the camera away, and a short glimpse of sky and then grass before the whole thing started again.
"This ought to be the biggest thing you've got to worry about at school," Kingsley sighed, setting it down on his coffee table and leaning back into the comfort of a well-worn seat. "Having your cheeky little brother take snaps of you doing something you wouldn't want your mum to see, not Death Eaters, challenging your sense of morality and justice."