[She lifts an eyebrow at the inflection he puts on views, only now starting to wonder what it is he's planning] I see.

[Carefully she steps past Arthur, somehow managing to juggle her ink, quill and notebook and retrieve her wand, and flick it with the soft mutter of 'Lumos Maxima' the ball of light falling from her wand easily to bob above their heads]

So I've been told, but I still think I would have loved a sibling... You always want what you don't have I suppose.