The fire roared and the balding head of Arthur Weasley hovered above the red-hot coals. "Did you get it, Son?"
"Of course. Had to work a little magic, but in Hermione's eyes I'm legal."
"Good lad. I hope you have muggle money on you."
"I've got money dad."
"Good, son, good. How many times do you think that will get us?"
"A couple at least."
"Ron, where are you off to?" Hermione questioned from the kitchen as Ron pulled on a light jacket and jingled the car keys from his fingers.
Ron couldn't help but grin as he replied, "Dad and I are going for a drive or two through the car wash."