"Yes, I was rather looking forward to a couple of years at school without people wondering if Al was going to come swooping down on them with a borrowed quidditch bat or something. Might actually get a date instead of people running the other way."
She grinned. "But thank you for thinking I'm pretty, even if it's an obligatory phrase from the Father Contract we all know you signed when you gave yourself into the slavery of raising kids. Glad you didn't stop at Al," she continued, a wicked grin on her lips.
Though now she was rather wondering who to run to if she did run into problems at school. Hugo? Maybe. He could borrow a quidditch bat, same as Al could have.