Aveline didn't want him to go with her. Not now. She was coming to realize that he was just a boy himself. At least when it came to maturity. And she didn't want her son raised by someone who'd just try to be his friend, not a proper parent. Maybe it was better this way. "They're on Saturday afternoons, 2pm at the Creative Learning Annex in Muggle London. I'm always there, come or not, as you like." She tried to keep her tone even, and not upset or cross.
She had her eyes still trained on the table. She didn't see that small smile. Aveline was trying to be calm, but she really was no longer in the mood. Her hormones meant she was in a rather delicate place whenever it came to her moods. And she felt like Michael was making light of this whole damn situation when another person was about to be involved in a few short months. "No, we haven't."