"You're such a Ravenclaw," he teased, though he remembered many Fridays where Anthony and Michael had forced him to do schoolwork, so they would have the rest of the weekend to goof off. It had worked for them. "Of course I'm your favorite Uncle. I'd have to ship you off to Aunt Mandy if I wasn't, so she could examine your head."
"Hogsmeade. You're too young for a Hogsmeade lunch. With a boy." He knew taht if he was freaking out, Michael would likely have a heart attack. "I guess I'd better make sure your dad and I chaperon that trip." He'd make sure that Hugo Weasley kept his hands to himself too.
He set aside his cocoa and pulled her close, pressing a kiss against her hair. "You did fine, darling. You forget that you're just a child, sometimes your Dad and I forget that too. But you didn't do anything wrong." He hugged her close again, before letting go.
"Your dad's a grown man. But no, I won't let him do anything stupid."