Percy couldn't help but laugh when his mother immediately asked about the Prophet. When his name had been mentioned with Penny, Molly hadn't let it go for weeks. She loved the gossip columns, as much as she clucked and condemned them.
Molly grinned at Oliver, "Oh! Well congratulations, uncle! I keep wondering when I'll get more grandbabies..." She looked at Percy pointedly and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, the same as always, I suppose, my children showing up long enough to eat me out of house and home and not much else. The holidays should be quite nice this year, though I'm hoping the cold weather won't run the gnomes inside like it usually does," she shook her head.
"What are you doing for the holidays, dear?" She asked, practically ignoring her son.