"I considered telling him that, too," she admitted, shaking her head. "But some things a parent has to figure out for themselves. When he sees other people's children being arrested or destroying things, he'll be glad for Alex and his little rebellions."
She sipped at her tea, then chuckled. "How many times did we threaten them, over the years, for blowing up their room? Or for nicking Bill or Charlie's wands, and trying to make potions by the back steps with weeds out of the garden? I think Alex missing curfew or charming that little Muggle thing of his to work are just teenage boredom..." A movement out the window caught her eye, and she spent a moment looking at the bright blue bird in the tree just outside.