"Is the fact that you're older and in charge supposed to mean something?" he asked with a frown. "You really must not be sleeping enough if you think so." He reached over and cuffed the back of Al's back. "Wake up, little brother. I don't give a crap how old you are or what you do. You could be Minister and you'd still be my little brother."
Callum laughed at the two of them. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but we need the Ministry for this. Dragons are heavily regulated, and without the Ministry's approval, we'd end up in Akzaban, and I'd like to avoid that." he shook his head. "We'll worry about it when the time comes. For now, we'll just do what we've been doing and make sure these kids know how to ride a dragon."
He knew that this would turn out more about conversation than food, but that was just fine with him. "I'm not a scary Auror, and no one tries to hug me. Well, Pucey maybe, but more in the 'I want an excuse to grope you' type of hug, so it doesn't really count."