Non-fathers and non-uncles. Alex smiled faintly. "Thanks. I don't want to be a pain in the arse, but... I dunno. It's really weird. Dad's... George isn't anything like... Ugh. You know. And I don't know if my own room's the answer, but maybe not sharing with them is, if somebody's got space in theirs." Alex toyed with a crumb on the table, then looked at Jamie. "You've got enough to think about without worrying about me in your space, but if someone's got room, or if Aunt Hermione knows of a place, I'm good with moving, too."
He tucked a wayward lock of hair off his face, then nudged at Jamie's shoulder a bit harder. "They would so not. And there's nothing nastier than wet fur, and it's snowy there. Ew."