Right. Of course, they would be immediately on edge. Teddy should have been too, he realized, but Sirius and the potential to meet his father had overridden every bit of security and paranoia that Harry had instilled in him. And that was why he wasn't a fucking Auror, honestly. He was too friendly.
Carefully, he got up, brushing grass off the back of his trousers as he straightened himself up. "Okay, one thing at a time," he cleared his throat, leveling his gaze at Al, "Did you hear? The Chudley Cannons actually won a game." There were real phrases, fake phrases, and even ones to signify certain things, he could recall. If he had said, instead, that the area was usually crowded during Christmas, then it was a fake phrase suggesting he'd been taken and interrogated. But the phrase about the Cannons had been specifically chosen to rib Ron every time.
"Now can we please head to the castle? There's a lot to talk about and it's all deadly serious - literally."