"There ought to be," Bill said with a frown. "She could be his daughter. He's Fleur's age! It's disgusting, the old bloody pervert. Can't he find women his own age? And to chose a time when she was heartbroken to boot?" Everyone knew that it was a lot easier bedding a bird on the rebound, how many times had he not done that himself? And the fact that they weren't having sex yet didn't do much to calm him.
He frowned as Fred went on. "Normally I'd be the first to say she should live her life her away and not interfere, I've tried to do that with all three of them. I don't want to become mum, you know?" he said. "But this is... Gods it's so wrong. And he's responsible for-"
"Her entire life, affected in the worst way possible because he wanted a date under the full moon." His face distorted into something rather ugly, only reinforced by his scars. "Maybe I should have interfered more, asked more, left them less privacy. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened."