"I don't think copious amounts of alcohol would solve this one," he said with a sigh. "And Fleur would kill me if I went to a 'quiet place the next morning'."
He groaned, because he was aching to hurt Terry, but he also knew that wasn't a solution. "Don't look so frightened, little brother," he said through clenched teeth. "I might wan to kill him, but I don't fancy Azkaban too much. What I will do is find a way to make this end. I just haven't figured out what that is yet."
"Dom is as stubborn as any of us, and she's not giving in. She doesn't even seem to think there is a problem that he's her brother's teacher. I know he isn't hers, but surely there ought to be some rule stating that you shouldn't be doing that?"
"Fleur and Mum was entirely different. Mum was wrong, she even admitted it, I'm not. It's morally despicable!"
He sighed, closing his eyes. "You can say that again. She's the one that is. The other two? Much more of their mother in them."