"They're fine," Bill said, siding up to Fleur and kissing her cheek. "I've told them to keep it down. They're playing dolls...something about one of them needing to Floo to Diagon for groceries...who knows. How're lesson plans going?"
He peered down at the sheets, all the notes printed in Fleur's distinct hand.
"You've got mostly upper-forms, right? I don't think I took any arithmancy until I was at least third year, and I'm pretty sure I took it early."
Unbeknown to most, Bill'd done rather miraculously in school, acing nearly everything. He'd never had the ambition to teach, though. He liked kids and teenagers, but didn't have the patience to entertain a room like Fleur could.