Popping the rest of the pickle in his mouth, George crunched away and licked the juice off his fingers before taking the envelope from off the counter.
"Well, there's more of a guarantee of getting post from Hogwarts than winning a million Galleons. And something I'm more interested in anyhow," he commented, noting that the seal to the post had been broken away hard enough to tear some of the parchment.
George grinned, thinking that was probably Alex's doing in his enthusiasm to know what his OWL marks were. He wasn't fooled by his son's non-nonchalant attitude.
"I'm an equal opportunist when it comes to pickles," he said off-offhandedly, then unrolled the parchment and reviewed just what was so exciting.
George had to keep his face very straight from the happiness and pride he felt at seeing Alex's grades.
"Hmmmm," he murmured, frowning and continuing to read.