Al was still enjoying his second (and third) taste of cobbler, while idly reviewing conversation logs at his ear, amid trying to glance around and smile in tune with the general mood and behavior when suddenly his parchment exploded with additional sentences and the quill couldn't quite keep up for a few seconds.
In those few seconds, Al ended up peering forward and blinking at the overall explosion of movement as Severus pulled Grandmother Lily into a hug and What just happened?
He pored frantically through the logs and... ...baby ... nine months... pregnancy... Al blinked. Oh.
Wow.
A new uncle-or-aunt of a non-Weasley kind? Huh.
Fascinating.
Almost as (suspiciously) fascinating as an unofficial brother-in-law sleeping as a hump on Severus' back that one time they returned from the Forbidden Forest back to Hogwarts.
"I do hope that you like small children?" he asked Grandfather James, rather flustered and wide-eyed. "Statistics usually show that it won't grow up for quite awhile."