Of course, the pregnant belly. How could he have missed that? "Almost due, yeah?" He had seen enough pictures of his mother throughout her several pregnancies to actually begin to tell. "Shall I offer my congratulations or does is get in the way your altar boy fun? Then I suppose it would be congratulations, it's almost over."
He let the words hang in their air for a moment, surprised at how callous he sounded. Jaded. Suppose war did that to a person. Pregnancies were an inconvenience. A hassle. Especially when you were hanging on just to survive.
"You know." Fred spun a coaster across the wooden bar top. "You could find the boys for them and charge a finder's fee. If one were amenable to that sort of business." Which he was pretty sure she was.
"And ripe old age, huh? If only all of us could be so lucky." The fact that she didn't know didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't think it would be appropriate to bring up. After all, not everyone was like the Weasleys, what with relatives crawling out of the damned woodwork.