"It is difficult to remember how grown up all you kids are," he admitted softly, a somewhat wistful smile touching his lips. "I'm afraid I'll probably still need some reminders about that, even when you're forty."
Harry managed to hold back a snort of his own when James mentioned Hermione, Fleur, and Audrey. Merlin, they had some fierce women in their family, didn't they? Though he supposed you sort of had to be to marry into this clan.
"We wanted to find a night that everyone could get together. Sending owls didn't feel right," he murmured, wondering if the whole family would know by the time Saturday rolled around. Mostly he worried about how Ginny's mum would take it, especially if everyone else knew. Well, he also worried about Ron's reaction, and he kept meaning to ask Ron how he was doing with Hugo. Shaking that train of thought away for the moment, he refocused on his son.
"Your mother is writing something up for the Prophet. I don't know all the details yet, but I'll make sure you kids see it when I do, before she turns it in and we can go over things about the press." Maybe they could give that family dinner thing another shot. When his thoughts turned to Albus, he arched his brows lightly, "How's your brother been? Your mum's probably got him dragged into her office right now."