"Ah, I was already dead by then so no wonder I was not able to be a voice of opposition and a fly in the ointment," Severus said with a level of snark that he hadn't been able to use with many people. The last people who had fallen into that category had been his fellow Heads - Minerva, Filius and Pomona. People always underestimated Hufflepuffs but Pomona had always been quick with a pithy word or two. "Then again, I doubt my word would have mattered much if I was there, given that it would have been difficult to hear it from Azkaban."
"They have but Savannah has only expressed interest in teaching Flying, which leaves a great deal for Albus and myself," he said, lounging in his chair as he idly swirled his wine in the glass. "We were thinking about something like an apprentice system, given we will be getting people at various ages. The language appropriate for a fifteen year old would not be suitable for an eleven year old." He paused and arched an eyebrow sardonically. "Or so I am told. I have never claimed to be a good teacher."
"Over-muscled oafs have never been to my tastes and Greek Gods are overrated," he said with a shrug. "Blond and blue can be attractive on the right person though." He snorted. "I'd imagine being jealous of your own grandchildren was a step too far even for Petunia."