"I know. It's rather difficult to have fun when one has to be on their guard and watch their back. Just have to find the fun where we can while still keeping an eye on the lot of them." She pat Harry on the arm. "Don't worry; if they do, I'll come visit you," Constance said grinning at him. But she couldn't help scrunching up her face a bit at the mention of his mother. "Please don't take offense if I agree with you on that. Mothers don't tend to like me."
"Oh yes, all the kids. I am such the mothering type, aren't I?" Constance had the girls but that was far different than her own children. Once upon a time yes she dreamed of it but the right man for the job sadly had not appeared. "This kind of space, I think people who do have it, have it because they can."
She smiled, not wishing to confuse him. "I may have spoken out of turn. I should stop listening to the Irishmen and Ann's place."