"Oh, well, black hair's true enough. Only one though, I dunno. My mum's got black hair." He gestured to where she flew, her dark skin glowing in the sun. "I don't look much like her though. Must take after Dad." He frowned a bit at that, but managed to push the thought off.
"I can't imagine trying to figure out how you fit in, after being gone so long. Everyone's doing it pretty well. I might be more mad than I am, if it was me."
He nibbled the head off a chewy lizard, then gestured toward the game. "I think it is for most of them, too. Either that, or you know. Red hair equals Quidditch. It's a family thing now, with Aunt Ginny, and Uncle Harry. My mum was a Harpy, until me." He shrugged, crossing his ankles under the branch and leaning to watch a play. "From here it looks fun, but when you're out there? Not so much."