When Alice slipped into Harry's office, eyes widening. Oh Merlin, he looked like his father. Or what his father would have looked like if James had reached middle age. What was it with the little boys she had known growing up to look like their fathers? She wondered if Molly's youngest, Ronald, looked anything like Arthur.
"Alice is fine," she told him, taking his hand and shaking it. "I suppose it would be customary for me to exclaim 'my, look at how big you've gotten' since I haven't seen you since you were an infant, but I suppose that would be out of line when speaking to my superior." She quirked a little grin. "So I'll restrain myself. Tea would be lovely. Two sugars and a splash of milk."