Angie sent a short glare towards her nephew, making a note to have words with his mother and father later, before ushering the other boys out and waiting for Hermione.
"We need to send out owls," she said. "I'll take care of George's. We can split the rest up evenly"
She saw the look on Alex's face and frowned, placing her hand on her son's shoulder, resisting the strong urge to pull him close to her. "Are you okay?" she asked instead, biting at her lip slightly.
It was so weird, to have her brother-in-law back. It was like looking through a mirror, back in time at her husband, but a murky mirror. She'd always been able to tell the two of them apart, and now there wouldn't be any trouble.