"Don't worry, we never do much grading. It's mostly drinking lots of wine and comparing horror stories of the previous week. Sometimes there's music. The grading is just an excuse to feel like we're actually responsible adults," he said with a grin. "Though Mikey always brings grading, but he's just weird like that."
He smiled at the obvious pride Ginny had for her children. Michael was the same and briefly he wondered if he was missing out. He'd be a horrible father though, especially to an infant. He couldn't remember to feed himself half the time, he'd kill the kid in a week. So it was for the best he had no desire for children.
"You'll get her back," he said, again wishing there was something else he could do. He felt as helpless as he did when Wren was little, and crying over a skinned knee. At least there were no tears with Ginny.
"All right, if there's anything else I can do, let me know." He stood up to walk her to the door, and on impulse gave her a quick hug. "He'll be okay. Lily too. You Potters and Weasleys are like cockroaches." He grinned and winked to show he was kidding.