"Yeah but dad..." Fred frowned, leaning back against the wall again. "Called him a traitor, you know? I mean, I know I've called him that loads of time since, but still. From Dad? And I know it's not dad's fault he's a prick and ran off and tried to forget who he was, but that's got to be a shite thing to hear." And he'd looked... well, like he was about to cry. And Fred didn't like anything hurting his brothers, even Percy, if he could help it.
"You think we could get them to fly? I mean, not glued on, but they could be bred with something."