“Vic... she’s a stunning, brilliant and extremely complicated woman.” He said with a laugh, not able to help the sly smile that broke his face. “You know Bill Weasley, right? His and Fleur’s oldest daughter, one a bad week she’s my best friend and on a good week she’s the love of my life. But... it depends on the week.” There was a light chuckle, he found he was really nervous about his mums opinion of the girl.
He thought about it, sure, it might be weird for a grown man (or at least, that’s how he liked to consider himself) to take fighting lessons from his mother, but when would he ever get a chance like this again? “Alright, sure, I’d like that.”