Aberforth's beard wasn't nearly as white or as clean-cut as Albus' either. He had adorned it with beads and let it grow a little wild. It was tied with a leather chord six inches below the chin to keep it from being too unruly.
"Please to meet'cha," he said with a nod.
Gran came out of the kitchen with her spoon in hand (she just couldn't justify dirtying a spoon rest). She was sans hat today, because she was home. Her eyes fixed on Hannah immediately and she stared hard at her for a long moment. Hannah didn't look like a tart. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.