"Don't count on that Mum," he said. He had plenty of plans for the future, assuming he had one, but they didn't really include diplomacy or a job behind a desk. He wanted to be out there, doing things. Quidditch, saving people, breaking curses--he didn't really know yet, but he knew it would be something with a lot of action.
"Yes, but you still owe me my little brother though," he said, bringing up his Christmas list from when he was five. "So there's that to think about." Though he couldn't really imagine his parents with a baby right now. "Or, you can wait for grandkids. I'm sure being an Uncle will be brilliant." And knowing Rosie, she'd have a whole Quidditch team of children, just like Gran had.
"It's kind of weird though, knowing you and Dad are married in one world but not in another." He shrugged, it wasn't overly important. Just weird. He suffered through the kiss, and was just glad there was no one else there to see him being mothered. "Well, that's what the training sessions are for right? I've been to all of them except the ones in the morning. I'm going tomorrow though, I want to see what Kingsley's sessions are like." Getting up at four though was going to be rough, but he'd handle it.