"They'd want to wish you well," Severus replied. And probably wish me dead, or at least twenty years younger and the opposite sex, he didn't add aloud.
He met Al's searching look with his best attempt at an encouraging smile (it wasn't an expression he'd had a lot of practice at). "Of course I will." He'd intended to help anyway: he wasn't sanguine about Al's ability to break this news in a manner that wouldn't turn his family into a pitchfork-wielding mob.