"Truely. There won't be enough room for our kids to be in Gryffindor once the spawn of you all hit Hogwarts." Spencer said with a laugh, taking the drink from Ron with a grin and taking it like a shot before grabbing a second.
"What happened to the second batch?" And then, addressing Ron: "I'll never understand how you survived growing up with those two as brothers. I mean, surviving against You-Know-Who, that I can get - but these two? Props, mate, real props."