With his family of three in tow, as the baby had been left with someone else for now, Alexander took his place amongst the rows and chairs of those wishing to bid for items. He'd grabbed Paddle 1 for his family, as first was always best in the Slytherin's eyes. His brown eyes fixed on Amoroso as the man started the bidding. Shoes? He had no need for them, but if his wife and daughter wanted anything, he'd told them to let him know.

There were staff members being bidded on? Wait...this didn't mean--... "Mom? You're not being auctioned off, are you?" she asked, giving her mom a pleading look. It would be really embarrassing if her parents were being auctioned off. What would they do, be someone's house elf for a day?

Alexander's eyebrows rose upward and he turned to his daughter and then his wife. "You're being auctioned off?" Alexander asked, having only heard half his daughter's words. He'd never admit it, but his jealously would go into overdrive if that was the case. He'd keep calm, though...

...and threaten immediate harm to any man who looked to be raising his paddle.