[The movement catches his eye, but blimey, throw in some glasses - and a scar, he assumes, Ron can't tell from here - and it's like looking at Harry.
It's like looking at Harry.
Merlin, that means mum is probably just who he thinks it is, too. Ron pauses where he is, staring for a moment - but it doesn't last long. He hustles over to join Albus, lets him cast his spell without even getting the least bit twitchy when he picks up his wand because he looks just like Harry and bloody hell. Potter genes run strong, don't they?
Ron reaches up to run a hand through his hair and just hits the hat instead.]
Scold you, me? [They shouldn't do this here, even with Muffliato in place. Still, it's hard to resist throwing ten thousand questions out.]
Are you my nephew? [They're the same age. Bill is only ten years older than him, even in his family with all the potential for age differentiation between him and his siblings, this is damned weird.]
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It's like looking at Harry.
Merlin, that means mum is probably just who he thinks it is, too. Ron pauses where he is, staring for a moment - but it doesn't last long. He hustles over to join Albus, lets him cast his spell without even getting the least bit twitchy when he picks up his wand because he looks just like Harry and bloody hell. Potter genes run strong, don't they?
Ron reaches up to run a hand through his hair and just hits the hat instead.]
Scold you, me? [They shouldn't do this here, even with Muffliato in place. Still, it's hard to resist throwing ten thousand questions out.]
Are you my nephew? [They're the same age. Bill is only ten years older than him, even in his family with all the potential for age differentiation between him and his siblings, this is damned weird.]