He’d had the forethought to inform them of their engagement well in advance of their visit - the responding letter had been congratulatory, but that meant nothing. He wouldn’t put it past either of them to write a welcoming letter to tempt him back, only to try and convince him that he was making a mistake, and that marrying Harry was the last thing he should do. It wasn’t what they would have done when he was thirty-five, but it’s certainly what they’d have done when he was fourteen - the question was, what version of themselves were they now. Fortunately, he had Harry sat by his side on the drawing room sofa while they waited to find out together.