"I'm just biding my time until Helen Montgomery is free again," he teased, naming one of the older girls in her dorm. "You'll be sure to let me know, right?"
He pulled a face as well. "Yes, you can eat all you want and get sick on cake when we dance," he said, determined to never let her think she needed to remain stick thin to attract him. He'd love her at any size.
"Well...I thought I'd ask my Mum," he admitted. "She's always believed there is a need for rules, but she also knows when it's right to break them. I'd have to present a sound and logical argument though." He was already working on that, because it had to be airtight.
"We'll work on that argument too. If nothing else, you can remind him how it's dangerous for you to have no mode of transportation at the movement, besides relying on him." Actually, he liked the idea of that as well.
"My dad is still pretty protective of me, but he doesn't treat me like a kid," Hugo said thoughtfully. "I think it's hard for him, not to see me as his little boy anymore, just like it's probably hard for your dad. Just give him time, he'll come around."
He shook his head at the question. "Not really. I tried the other positions growing up at the Burrow, but I was always best at Keeping. Natural, like my Dad." Or at least, like his dad had been once he got over being nervous anyway.