Aberforth does not look entirely pleased to see Angelina show up in the middle of the Hog's Head. Or maybe that displeasure is directed at Katie. Or Alicia. Or...several Weasleys.
"Charlie here?" Katie asks Bill Weasley, who laughs.
"We've sent word, I'm not sure if he can get here in time."
"Maybe he'll ride in on a dragon," Angelina suggests.
"Hey, if it worked for Harry..." Alicia trails off.
"Fred and George are down there," Bill says, following his parents and—is that his wife? Fleur Delacour—into the painting. "And so's Lee Jordan, come on."
"Lions reunion," grins Katie. "Let's go."
But Angelina is reaching for her pocket, digging past the coin. "Not quite."
"Huh?" says Alicia. "Ron Weasley must be down there too."
"Think a little older school," says Angelina, extracting a small two-way mirror. "OLIVER!"
Aberforth isn't amused by this, either.
"Sorry," she mutters. "C'mon."
A few moments pass, and she waves to the others. "On three. OLIVER!" This time they join her. She waits, nervously, and a few minutes later she can hear his muttered voice. "What the heck? Phoe—I mean, who are you?"
"Behind the toilet, Oliver."
Alicia and Katie are wide-eyed, but a few moments later his face comes into view. "What the heck is going on?"
"I did tell you you ought to clean your bathroom more."
"This has been here for...three months?"
"Yes. But never mind that, we're making a fight of it. Harry's back at Hogwarts. Apparate to the Hog's Head."
"Me? I can't fight."
"You paid attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Cause it had "Defense" in the name, but come on."
"Angelina, come on," Alicia is nagging.
"Oliver," she says. "This is it. Harry's back and—whether you think you can help it or not, if you don't come and things go south, are you ever going to forgive yourself?"
He pauses but she knows she's got him. "Give me a minute. Have to pop over to Wigan first."
"Wigan?" Katie echoes. But a minute later he's there. "Right. Okay. Let's go."
"It's a Lions reunion!" George grins when they reach the end of the tunnel. "Any words of wisdom for us, Captain?"
Oliver opens his mouth, and immediately his teeth start chattering, teeth bouncing up to teeth.
"It's never to late to learn the value of keeping things short, I'd say," George smiles. "Good to see you again."
