"Is he?" she said, entering the room and closing the door. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and peered over his shoulder. "Quidditch. We should go to a game soon, shouldn't we? I bet you'd like that."
Tonks ran her fingers through his hair and toyed with a lock. "A bit mental, is he? Why do you say that?" He was certainly picking this up from somewhere, and the only person she could think of was Remus. When she said things like that, they were much more colourful.
"Dinner will be ready soon," she promised. "Daddy's making it."