"Yeah. You didn’t bother to ask about that before insisting I host them," he mutters under his breath, his mouth half pressed into a firm chest. Louder, more directly, he explains, "I briefly met them before second year? In passing when we all went to Diagon Alley for supplies. She keeps them separate from her life in this world, I reckon, but I knew the idea of never seeing them again wrecked her so I asked you to allow it. I didn’t expect to have to talk to them myself. I didn’t know what to say and ended talking about the changes you’re planning -- the communities and primaries and the, the orphanages. Can’t really blame them for being upset about that, now can you?"