"Italian?" Seamus couldn't really see how that would be useful for a child so young - and wasn't French more usual, anyway? - but it was none of his business. "Seems like this generation of Weasleys is starting off all girls..." he mused, smiling. "Bit different. Your mam must be ecstatic."
Seamus groaned at the image of a junior chess league, downing a good portion of his drink. It wasn't that he minded having children in the pub - not at all - and in theory the idea wasn't a bad one, but there just wasn't time. "I don't think there are enough hours in the day, or days in the week," he moaned. "I already feel like I'm always trying to catch up."