"Quidditch," Bill echoed, unable to hide how proud he was that his daughter was playing for a professional team. "Your Uncle Charlie and Aunt Ginny must be so proud," Bill couldn't resist teasing. To be fair, they all enjoyed Quidditch quite a bit (perhaps with the exception of Percy,) but Charlie and Ginny had always had the natural talent. He, the twins, and Ron could do well enough, but he hadn't ever seen any of them playing after school, not for anyone of note.
"I can't see your mother believing that a pub is a place for a young lady," Bill said with an amused grin. It was one of the things he loved about his wife after all, the way she was almost overly effeminate, but could still manage to handle herself entirely. He was certain that their daughters were capable of taking care of themselves as well - he could see it in how they behaved. They were strong.
"A stunt performer?" Bill echoed. "What does that entail?"