"No, never..." he corrected, "which is why I'm clearly remembering another loud ginger and not your mum at all. There was never any Christmas parties long before you were born," he smirked. He actually wasn't sure if it was Molly, but he could see it being her, in her girlish youth. The thought amused him, but it had no place when he was trying to get into her son's trousers. Or at least over onto the same side of the table as him.
"Tons of explosions," Remus answered. "He was a lively old bastard to his final day and if I had one person in my life it was him. Taught me that I shouldn't have to apologize for being who I am. And that love, if you find it, overcomes absolutely jack shit. Only fools are romantics, that's the lesson to take from him." He took a deep breath and looked a bit happy for a moment. "But he was a damn good man to get completely trashed with. Funniest bloody jokes I'd ever heard; and dirty too. All with that damned twinkle in his eye..."
Remus trailed, still chuckling at the memories as George went on. He listened with a smirk, shaking his head slowly at the boy. "I'd be more interested in the fact that she slugged you," he said, cocking an eyebrow. "You're young, still..." he said. "You have plenty of time to get some interesting stories. The trick is, you can't just sit there and expect an interesting story to come to you. You have to go for it yourself."