"That's my girl," he said with a wry smile. Although he made a note to teach her a few more hexes and jinxes, ones they wouldn't teach at a place like Beauxbatons. His fingers trailed down her face, tenderly caressing her jaw.
But when Lupin spoke up, Bill rounded on him, anger boiling up again. "My father would not have told anyone. He's spent his life not only working for what is right, but standing by his family and keeping them safe." Unlike you.
"You must have been followed," he insisted. "And the both of you were damned lucky to get out."