[He stiffens at her question. In retrospect, he realises that it was probably a logical assumption to make, but he still hadn't expected it. His thoughts briefly travel to his sister and it takes him longer than he'd have liked to reply, longer than he'd have liked to grin at Ginny.]

No. None of them would wish to be related to me. Jessamine, I'm certain, would prefer to sell all her fineries than be related to someone that 'behaves like a lunatic'. [He lowers his voice so that he's speaking in a conspiratorial and admittedly rather loud whisper.] She says it's because I'm Welsh.

Sophie. [He laughs.] She's a maid, and I know for a fact that she'd rather throw me out on the streets than do anything else; I don't know how she'd react if it transpired we were siblings. I imagine her opinion coincides with Jessamine's, although she's never outwardly said as much. She's said plenty more, of course. Charlotte gave her express permission for her to treat me as she wished.

[He sighs dramatically and finally turns his attention back to Ginny.] Perhaps you were right: they are terrible. I can't think what I've done to deserve living with them. Of course, I've nothing like your abundance of brothers.