"Two of my brothers were born Aries," he said, remembering the fiery spirits that were Fred and George as children. "Thankfully, you're nothing like them," he added with a small smile.
Something fun? Now she was starting to sound like his mother. And father. And Bill, Charlie, George, Ron, and Ginny. And come to think of it, Oliver at school. And... "I read a new manual on Russian runes last week," he offered. "And Sunday I made my monthly trip to Honeyduke's - that was pleasant."