George headed for the couch, but paused when he noticed her examining the pictures. "Yeah. We reproduce at a rather alarming rate," he chuckled, sipping his own tea as he made his way over to where she was standing.
He moved behind her, stretching one arm over her shoulder to point out faces in one of the larger pictures. "This one's kind of old, but that's mum, dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and me, Ron, and Ginny. And back there's Uncles Bilius, Fabian, and Gideon, and gran and grampa. Family dinners are always chaos."