"Glad to hear it," Bill said with a grin. Lockewood had certainly made him appreciate the relationship that he had with his children. He had watched Percy and George both struggle with how to relate to their children. He knew that the Tonks-Lupin family was a mess half the time. The Blacks were always at war whenever there were many of them. And yet, with the exception of the first time that Louis had been here, he had always been remarkably at ease with his children.
He might have not had them yet in his life, but he was always excited to meet them, to hear about their lives, to form memories with them in the village. And they always seemed to be fairly comfortable talking to him, sharing memories about their childhood.
"I believe you were in your early twenties both times," Bill answered. She had always seemed to be the wild child of the three of them, and he wondered if it would hold true with what age she was now. Victoire seemed dedicated to the formation of her own family, and diligent in her studies. And, Louis, admittedly, was somewhat difficult for him to read. The first time, he had been so resistant, and the second there had been such problems with him being a werewolf.
"I suspect you'll be well worth all the grey hairs," Bill teased.