He could hug as tight as he wanted. Aly wasn't about to stop him. And he grinned, a bit, at the whispered mention of the bludger. He remembered bespelling those with his own brand of magic, way back when. Soft toys, but quidditch toys just for a quidditch mad little boy.
Oh, most parents probably would have been terrified at the things he let the children get up to. What many wouldn't realize was the gentle way he'd given instructions and admonitions to take care, and the way he'd magicked things so nothing truly dangerous would happen. And he'd never left him or her alone with dangerous things.
"Oh, children, behave," Aly declared in a ridiculous voice, his eyes glimmering with mischief. He most definitely didn't think of either of them as children anymore, though those memories were very fond ones he would never let go of. At his age, it was easy enough for him to make the mental jump, though it might be harder for them.
But nevertheless he gathered Mimi up with them in a group hug. "I have missed both of you terribly," he told them quietly.