Bill smiled at Charlie. He didn't have to let his brother's good fortune make him bitter. That wasn't who he was. He was better than that. So he smiled. "Boring as hell now that I'm sitting at a desk. How about you? Dragons still keeping you interested?" he asked. Then he rubbed his hand across head. "Looks like I stole your hairstyle. Mum always liked yours better anyway."
His eyes drifted to Nicky and Fleur. "He doing okay? Still healthy?" he asked, hoping the little boy was continuing to grow and hadn't had a relapse related to the illness.