"Ah, Harry Potter, like a member of your family? I'm not his only admirer!" Horace picked up the top book from the stack Molly set down and thumbed through that one. "I had the delight of teaching his mother, Lily. What a mind she had, and a wit. Something about Ginny reminds me of her. I guess there's something to be said about the spirit of redheads, eh?" Horace raised an eyebrow, looking at the matriarch of a clan that produced redheaded children. Molly of anyone would know.