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It was all hands on deck: all of the Weasleys and Lovegoods were going to be at the new shop to help with the first day, as well as Remus, Sirius, and Harry. Ginny and Luna were to stay behind the counter and help in the back, while the adults were to help customers and run the register. Charlie, Ron, and the twins would be the experts on the music and films that were available, and Percy would be in charge of tracking inventory. Ron was also going to be in charge of playing music, although he'd been warned to make tamer choices, as it would be a lot of wizards' first time hearing muggle music.
Everyone assembled at Grimmauld Place for breakfast before Floo-ing to the store and manning their stations. They opened the doors early, at Luna's insistence, and a deluge of witches and wizards piled into the space. Chaos reigned for the next ten hours.
By the end of the day everyone was both exhausted and elated. The batteries had all sold out, and there was a list of witches and wizards who had ordered them to be owl-delivered to them. The records, CDs, and tapes had sold remarkably well, and the stereos and Walkmans were nearly gone as well.
"Well," Sirius said with a smile, raising a glass of Butterbeer, "I think that went well."
A chorus of agreement met the declaration and then the re-stocking began.
Ron worked that first day, but had already committed to working primarily at Kemp's shop for the summer. His main role with The Magic of Muggles was to identify new sources of music and films with Charlie. The twins offered to continue helping and from their stories every day that week was almost as frantic as the first, as word of the shop continued to spread.
Charlie joined Ron at Kemp's, the pair falling easily into their old habits and still visiting the Blakemores' regularly. The first two weeks flew by, then on Monday morning the Floo roared to life and Remus called Mr Weasley to come through. When he returned a few minutes later, he was a little shaken.
"The shop was vandalised last night. No one was hurt, but the damage was extensive. It will take a few days at least before they can re-open." The statement was met with shell-shocked silence. Charlie followed Mr Weasley out into the garden; Ron got up to follow his brother, but was stopped by a look from his mother.
Not long after, Ron and Charlie flew into town for their day at Kemp's shop. They flew in a heavy silence. Charlie often offered flying tips on these trips, which had helped Ron to become a more confident flyer; today, however, Charlie was silent, his eyes fixed straight ahead and a stony expression plastered on his face.
Eventually Ron gained the courage to break the silence. "Was it bad?" he asked, guessing the problem.
"No idea," Charlie answered, simmering anger clear in his voice. "Dad didn't have much information. It's just… I don't understand why. A lot of people love the shop and what we're doing. Just because it involves muggle culture doesn't mean we're trying to destroy magic or magic culture. We're just showing what's out there." He paused before adding, "Stupid pureblood prejudice."
Ron just shrugged in response. "I guess we'll find out tonight how bad it was."
Throughout the workday Kemp could tell something was bothering Charlie, but he didn't ask anything. Around lunchtime, Ron told him that their shop had been vandalised and that his brother was angry about the damage. Kemp, luckily, didn't ask any questions.
After work and dinner with the Blakemores, Charlie and Ron returned home to find Remus, Pandora, and their father sitting at the kitchen table.
Charlie immediately got down to business. "How bad was the damage?" he asked, sitting down.
After a questioning look at Mr Weasley, Remus spoke up. "Pretty bad. However, while the shop is back to normal physically, most of the inventory was damaged or destroyed- we're going to need the week to re-stock before opening again."
"What happened?" Charlie continued his interrogation.
"Well, it looks like someone took issue with the idea of the shop. It's most likely a pureblood bigot, but we can't be sure. What we can be sure of is that they were either associated with Voldemort, or they believe in the same ideas," Pandora stated calmly.
The Weasleys all flinched at the name, but Remus continued, "The Dark Mark was branded into the wood of the door to the stockroom. Apparently they weren't willing to cast it openly in the sky, but still wanted to spread fear."
Charlie just shook his head in disgust.
"Anything else you'd like to know?" Remus asked.
Charlie didn't look up but spoke, "Do you think this will keep happening?"
"It might," Pandora said. "But ever since I started thinking about this shop, I have been considering the possibility of purebloods attacking it. I've worked out some different charms and enchantments that should keep the shop safe in the future."
Charlie looked up, and both he and Ron saw the cold steel in her pale blue eyes.
"Sirius told me they could burn the shop down every day for a month and he'd still keep re-opening it. Luckily he inherited a lot of money, and he's willing to throw all of it into this to get more of magical society to see muggles in a better light," Remus chimed in with a small chuckle. "He always was remarkably stubborn."
"So, the shop will open again in a few days?" Ron asked.
"Yes. We'll be working overtime this week to replace the stock. Any chance of us buying in bulk from Kemp?" Remus asked.
"You'd have to ask him, but I can't imagine why not," Charlie said with a shrug. "You want to meet us at the shop tomorrow?"
Remus nodded as he and Pandora headed for the door, bidding the Weasleys goodbye.
The rest of the week was more chaotic in the Burrow, but the primary cause of that was the twins sticking around.
The following day Remus and Pandora met Charlie and Ron at The Burrow and apparated to the alley around the corner from the shop to meet with Kemp.
"Hey boys!" Came the call from the back. "Just got a new lot to go through," Kemp continued.
"Sounds good!" Charlie called from the front. "Ron and I will start that now, but we brought some people who wanted to speak with you, if you've got a moment."
Kemp popped his head around the corner and forced his face into a smile. "Pandora! Mr Lupin, give me just a moment and I'll be right with you."
Ron and Charlie made their way to the back and received an odd and not all-that-friendly look from Kemp, as he walked over to meet with Pandora and Remus.
"Maybe we should have asked Kemp first?" Ron asked, shrugging off his jacket.
"Maybe, but I have a feeling it'll be ok. You get started, I'll go see if there are any questions I can answer."
Ron began with the easiest task, organising the records alphabetically to speed up the later steps. When he was joined again by his older brother, Charlie was wearing a small, slightly smug, grin- but he didn't say anything further.
"How do you think Harry would get on meeting the Blakemores?" Charlie asked after work, while he and Ron were walking to meet a few of their friends.
"He was raised by muggles, but as soon as he gets to The Burrow he hops on a broom. Why?"
"I was thinking about inviting them for dinner a few times, like last summer, you know?" Charlie said. "I was thinking maybe Saturdays or Sundays, but Harry is here most weekends- I thought I'd get your opinion."
Ron shrugged. "I reckon it'd be fine."
And that was that- Saturday dinners with the Blakemores became a fairly regular occurrence, with Colin and Beth joining them occasionally. Hosting duties were shared, although not without protest from Mrs Weasley. Sundays with Sirius, Remus, and Harry continued, although the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team (and some prospective members) occasionally joined as well. The summer passed in a blur of chaos, music, laughter, friends, and family.
With two weeks left before the Hogwarts Express was due to depart, Ron was working at The Magic of Muggles. For some reason, Sirius had requested that he, Charlie, and the twins all come in for the day.
"Seems like overkill," Charlie said with a thoughtful frown when the owl had arrived with the note.
"Not a big deal, just means we won't get an extra day of Quidditch practice." Fred shrugged.
"True," George chimed in. "Nice to visit the shop when we know we won't have as much to do."
"Or he's got some project he needs all hands for," Charlie said
A low murmur of agreement rippled through the room.
Charlie had been right on the first point - it was a painfully slow day for this many of them to be there. Harry and Charlie were discussing Quidditch, Ron was looking through a new lot and the twins were discussing something in hushed tones with Sirius.
Then the door from the back opened and Pandora swept into the room with Remus in tow. Before the room had enough time to fully acknowledge her arrival, she had called for Sirius and Harry to join her as she stopped next to Ron.
Once the foursome was assembled she began, "It seems like you two will be spending quite a bit of time here over the next year, right?"
Both boys nodded.
"And I've told both of your families that I'll be helping with your lessons. In order to do that, we need to run a quick errand, ok?"
"Ok." Ron shrugged.
"Sure, I guess," Harry agreed.
Pandora turned to the rest of the Weasleys and Remus. "Alright you lot, don't burn the place down. And keep an eye out - Luna may be coming by later, although we should be back by then."
They left and began walking down Diagon Alley. Harry was wearing a hat pulled low on his forehead to avoid as much attention as possible, and shortly thereafter they found themselves entering a small shop filled with shelves stacked with small boxes. The air seemed to shimmer with magic and an old wizard with large silver eyes came pottering out from the back.
"Ah! Pandora! Fourteen and a quarter inches, pear, and dragon-heartstring, rather springy, wasn't it? How are you, dear?"
"Lovely, Mr Ollivander. And you?" Pandora smiled and nodded to the older man.
"Quite alright," he said, reaching his hand out to Sirius. "Mr Black, 13 inches, ebony, and dragon heart-string, somewhat pliable. I'm glad to see you doing well after your stint in Azkaban. I must say I was relieved when you were exonerated; I had trouble believing what they were saying at the time."
A shadow seemed to cross Sirius's eyes but he smiled. "I'm glad to be out."
"But let's not waste time; are we getting some wands for these youngsters?"
Pandora and Sirius nodded- Ron, realising what was happening, opened his eyes so wide they felt like they might pop out of his head. As Ollivander set his tape measure on Harry, Ron pulled at Pandora's robes to get her attention.
"Is this allowed?" he whispered up to her.
"I began learning the basics when I was younger than you, and we never got in any trouble."
Ron paused and looked down, frowning before Pandora continued, "And I've spoken with your parents; they won't be angry. Though you may have to fend off some frustration from your brothers. Luna already has her wand and Ginny will get hers next summer if she decides to work in the shop while you are at Hogwarts for your first year."
At that point, Ron seemed to accept the arrangement and turned his attention back to his friend. Ron was startled to see that in the short time he and Pandora had been talking, a small stack of discarded wands had been added to the back counter and still it seemed a proper match hadn't been found.
There appeared to be some concern in Sirius's eyes now as it was apparently taking longer than normal to find Harry a wand. After a few more attempts, Ollivander paused; a look of deep interest came over him.
"Surely not that simple?" he asked himself, before going into the back and bringing out a wand for Harry to try.
Ron was watching his friend closely and saw Harry's eyes widen when he grasped the wand. He pulled it down, showering the room in red and gold sparks.
Sirius and Pandora clapped; Ron joined them belatedly.
"Interesting… Very interesting," Ollivander muttered, still seemingly talking primarily to himself.
"What?" Sirius asked, his beaming face darkening with concern.
"Well, that is a phoenix-feather core, which is rare in itself," Ollivander began, his eyes looking uncomfortably wide, especially being slightly magnified by his glasses. "But the phoenix that donated that feather donated one and only one other feather - making it a brother to this wand. And that other wand, well... it is the wand that gave Harry that scar."
A collective gasp came from the shoppers, but Ollivander didn't seem to notice. "Right then," he said loudly, shattering the tension that had built. "You, Mr Weasley, are also here for a wand?"
Ron nodded.
"Right. Let's see if you're as tricky as your friend here."
It turns out he wasn't; three wands later and Ron slashed his wand through the air, emitting a shower of purple, blue, red, and yellow sparks.
Then shortly after that the foursome was outside and walking back to their shop when Ron stopped and grabbed Pandora's robes for her attention again. "Did my parents send money for this?" he asked.
Pandora gestured for Harry and Sirius to go on ahead before turning to Ron. "No, why?"
"It's expensive," Ron muttered quietly.
"Not really. Besides, your parents didn't need to send any money. We used some of yours."
"Mine?" Ron asked, gobsmacked.
"Well, yes, Ron." Pandora seemed confused. "You've been helping around the shop since before it even opened, where did you think your money was going?"
"Kemp didn't pay me at first, I..." Ron trailed off, looking down at his wand.
"Ron." Pandora waited until he looked up. "You're a major reason for the shop existing." She smiled down at him. "We talked to your parents and they decided that the money from Kemp would be your spending money, and the money from our shop would be saved - didn't they tell you?"
"Erm." Ron kicked at a cobblestone. "Maybe?"
This caused Pandora to chuckle heartily.
"What's so funny?"
"You'll find that girls rarely expect boys to listen. Surprise them."
At that odd non-sequitur, Pandora beckoned for him to keep walking with her as she continued walking to the shop.
While Ron was sure that his wand acquisition was approved by his parents, clearly his brothers hadn't been consulted or warned on the decision- the outraged protestations rang out as soon as he entered the shop, specifically from the twins.
"What sort of joke-" George started.
"In the name of Merlin's saggy left-" Fred spluttered at the same time.
CRACK- a look over Ron's shoulder revealed the cause.
"Your parents approved it as he'll be getting lessons from me in the coming year. And before you continue, another complaint and I'll develop a special hex for each of you," Pandora said with an odd smile that was amused, but held a predatory hint.
Ron approached his older brother. "Charlie?"
"What's up?" Charlie asked, without looking at him, still focused on the liner notes in his hand.
"When you got your wand…" Ron started but trailed off, feeling silly.
"Huh?" Charlie asked, giving his youngest brother his full attention, "I didn't, not really- this wand belonged to Great Grandpa Weasley. Why?"
Ron stopped short - his brothers had hand-me-downs as well? "Oh…" he said quietly. "Never mind, I guess."
"What happened?" Charlie asked, a little confused.
"What colour sparks does yours make when you wave it?" Ron asked, holding up his new wand.
"Oh, well… They're kind of like fire - orange and red - with some blue. Why?"
"Mine were purple with some yellow - but what does that mean?"
Charlie shrugged. "No idea. Pandora?"
Ron jumped, not realising she was close enough to overhear.
"The colour usually has something to do with personalities. Reds generally indicate passion, blue often means someone is more subdued, yellow generally indicates someone who defaults to happiness and joy, and white points to a very focused mind," Pandora rattled off a little absent-mindedly while she flipped through the inventory book.
"And how do you feel about heirloom wands?" Charlie asked.
"Tricky," Pandora said, looking at them. "If the two people have similar temperaments, and similar magical strengths, then the wand may match quite well. But they can lead to problems- difficulties mastering new spells, for example, and it can lead to suppression of your true talents."
"How so?"
"Different wands are suited to different types and styles of magic. So if, for example, you are innately better at Charms, but your wand is better suited to Transfiguration, it may seem like you're only average at Charms - the trade-off being that it may boost your ability to perform Transfiguration slightly. Does that make sense?"
Charlie hummed in thought; he was staring at his wand, brow furrowed. "Mind if I head out and run some errands?"
"Where are you going?" Ron asked curiously.
"Gringotts, then Ollivanders."
Pandora nodded her head. "I think we'll be able to handle this deluge of customers."
Charlie returned the nod and left. Ron watched him for a moment before putting a new videotape in the player and settling behind the counter to watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
About half an hour later Charlie burst through the door, grabbing Sirius - who had been mid-conversation with the twins again - and continued into the back room, calling for Pandora as he went, not breaking his stride.
Remus spoke into the shocked silence, "Where did he just go?"
"Gringotts and Ollivander's, I think?" Ron said.
"He wasn't gone long enough," George said.
"Certainly not for both," Fred chimed in. "Gringotts alone usually takes at least half an hour."
"True enough," Remus said thoughtfully. "Although I'd bet that's where he came from, not a lot of point in going to Ollivanders without-" Remus's train of thought came crashing to a halt. "Why would he be going to Ollivanders at all?"
At that question the twins got quiet, Ron however answered in a small voice, "He has an heirloom wand."
"Ah," Remus said. "And you two?"
The twins nodded.
"Uncle Fabian," George said.
"Uncle Gideon," Fred nodded.
"Have you had any trouble with them?"
The twins shared a quick look before turning back to Remus and shaking their heads.
Silence fell as Remus held them with a thoughtful gaze.
"Where are my parents' wands?" Harry asked, startling everyone in the room, who had apparently forgotten he was there.
"That's a good question, Harry. They may have been put in your parents' Gringotts vault, or they might have been buried with them. Both of those options assume that the wands survived the attack," Remus answered.
Harry nodded, and the room descended into an awkward silence. A few minutes later Charlie, Sirius, and Pandora rejoined the shop floor. Sirius went to Harry and took up a conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Pandora went to Remus and began chatting quietly. Charlie merely left, not saying a word on his way out.
After a few awkward comments, Ron and the twins realised that they likely wouldn't get any answers from the adults and settled themselves into a game of Exploding Snap, with Harry joining in after the first hand had been played.
Another thirty minutes later Charlie returned again and spoke a few quiet words to Pandora before joining the younger boys, watching their game until the current hand was done.
"Fred, George, Ron- I'm heading back to The Burrow, I need to talk to Mum and Dad for a bit," Charlie said as soon as he had their attention. "Shouldn't take me too long."
The rest of the day went pretty well, more customers came in the afternoon and, contrary to Charlie's comment, he didn't return before dinner. Mrs Weasley bustled out of the back room to summon her children for dinner, and left a meal behind for those who were continuing to work.
"Charlie, what was that about?" George asked once he laid eyes on his older brother at The Burrow.
"Nothing important," he responded. "Though, I did get a new wand. Twelve inches, Rowan with a Unicorn hair core."
"What about your old wand?" Fred asked.
Charlie didn't speak but pointed to the mantle above the fireplace, where the wand could be seen in front of the picture of its original owner.
"Fred, George, I'll take you tomorrow if you'd like," Charlie said. "You too, Percy."
The twins shared a long look before turning to Charlie and shrugging.
"Why are you taking us?" Percy asked.
"Because I'll be in the Alley anyway. If you'd rather wait for Mum to take you that's fine with me."
The departure of the elder Weasley children was imminent, with only eight days until the Hogwarts Express left for school. Charlie was nearly crazed between working at Diagon Alley, working with Kemp, getting summer homework completed, and helping develop some talent for the Quidditch team- he was running himself ragged. And none of that took into account the fact that he somehow still managed to find time to spend with Karen.
It was the Friday before the last full weekend of the summer holidays. Charlie and Ron were working at Kemp's shop when a stranger came in: she was tall and slender, her skin was dark, and her hair grew out from her head into a black halo.
"How are you today, Ma'am?" Ron asked, hopping off the counter he had been sitting on.
"I'm looking for something… new?"
"Anything in particular?" Ron asked, ignoring Charlie's quiet snort.
"Nope, doesn't even have to be new to the world, just new to me."
Ron hummed in thought. "I don't recognise your accent, at least, not really."
"What does that mean?"
"I've only heard it in films… Are you American?"
She nodded. "Yep. Now, can you help me find something I haven't heard before?"
"Probably, what do you normally listen to?"
"Mostly rock and rap, some pop."
Ron nodded. "Give me a minute," he said, turning away and going into the back.
"He'll probably take a while," Charlie commented. "He loves a challenge. What brings you to England?"
"I got a new job, but I'm always looking for some good music." The stranger paused before sticking out her hand. "The name's Freeman. Angela Freeman."
"Charlie Weasley," Charlie responded as he grabbed the offered hand. "The kid is my little brother, Ron."
"How about these three?" Ron handed over an old Robert Johnson album, Won't Be Blue Anymore by Dan Seals, and Fog on the Tyne by Lindisfarne.
"You think I don't know Robert Johnson?" Freeman asked.
"Kemp told me that labelling an album as a classic means everyone will talk about it, but no one will listen to it," Ron said with a small shrug.
Angela chuckled at that line. "Fair enough, What else do we have… Dan Seals? Really?"
"He's got some solid stuff," Ron defended.
"And Lindisfarne - that's a real stumper. I can honestly say I haven't heard of them."
Ron smiled. "Would you like to buy that one?"
"Nah. I'm actually looking for Kemp. Is he around today?"
"He's out picking up a new lot-" Charlie started.
"And he left you two alone here?"
"Yes. We have worked with him for a while now. He leaves us alone pretty regularly," Charlie answered, clearly affronted.
"Awesome. He usually wouldn't trust anyone with his shop. It's his baby. You kids must be pretty good."
Charlie's face appeared to be doing its best tomato impression at that comment.
"Anyway, could you pop this on?" She handed the Lindisfarne record over to Charlie. "I'm going to take a look around."
Charlie grabbed the record but rather than putting it on he handed it to Ron who, aware of his brother's anger, simply put the record on before approaching Angela who was flipping the racks towards the front of the store.
"So, you know Kemp?"
"I do," Angela answered. "I've probably known him-" She paused and looked at Ron. "How old are you?"
"Ten."
"Wow- I've known him as long as you've been alive," she said. "Your brother said you've been working here a while?"
"We started last summer." Ron nodded. "Charlie goes to boarding school, but I stay on working a day or two a week while he's gone."
"And what sort of music do you listen to?"
Ron happily prattled on for a bit talking about bands that he liked and some styles he generally enjoyed. He spent a few moments defending his Dan Seals choice when the album ended. He went back to change it and exchanged a few words with his brother before returning.
"So, you've got a new job?" Ron asked.
Angela nodded.
"With Kemp?"
Angela froze and Charlie, who had been listening from the counter, chuckled.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, this is normally when most people are working, but you're here. Especially with a job you moved from the U.S. for, you'd think you'd be working. Plus, you know Kemp."
"And," Charlie chimed in, "you knew he doesn't let just anyone tend the shop for him."
"Nice. Yes, he asked me to come work with him." Angela sighed. "He also said that two red-heads had opened up a great money-making opportunity if I could help him out."
The brothers shared a surprised look.
"So what are you two into?"
At that moment Kemp came into the shop. "Charlie, can you give me a hand? There are a few more crates in the car."
Charlie had sprung into action before Kemp had completed the sentence. Ron had as well, grabbing the inventory clipboard.
"Find anything good?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," Kemp grunted as he set the crate on the counter before turning around and finally spotting his friend. "Z!" he shouted.
"Hey Kemp, how ya doing?" she responded.
"Great." Kemp closed the distance between them in three long strides, grabbing the woman in a hug as Charlie brought in the first crate.
Ron had started digging through the first crate, organising it to get the inventory started, as Kemp and Z went into the back.
Half an hour later the older pair emerged from the back and Kemp gave them a more proper introduction.
"Charlie, Ron, this is Z as you've undoubtedly heard. She's a friend of mine who is here to help me out. As you know I've started to supply your shop in London and Mr Lupin informed me that they'll be opening a second and third shop soon, so-"
"What?!" Charlie interrupted. "They hadn't mentioned anything to us!"
"They hadn't?" Kemp looked sheepishly back at the pair.
"They said they might expand, but nothing so soon," Charlie commented, looking a little lost for a moment. He looked back to Kemp. "But they asked you to keep supplying them?"
Kemp nodded. "Yes, and if the other two stores are anything like the first one it is going to be a big undertaking to keep them supplied. As such, I brought in Z to help. Mostly she'll be working in the shop while I'm out buying lots and making a few more contacts."
"Are you still going to need my help during the school year?" Ron asked.
"Certainly, we'll still happily keep you on, just like last year," Kemp said.
Ron fairly wilted in relief. After those introductions occurred, the rest of the day passed with Charlie and Ron asking Kemp a lot of questions- specifically what he knew about the future Music is Magic expansion.
The next week passed quickly as the elder Weasley children began packing and preparing to return to Hogwarts.
The night before their departure, the fireplace roared to life as Bill exited for a visit from his flat in London. He took two steps and picked up a squealing Ginny, spinning in excited circles with her.
"What is all this ruck-" Mrs Weasley started from the kitchen before seeing her eldest. "Bill!"
"'Lo, mum." Bill's smile somehow broadened further. "Where is everyone?"
"The twins are working in Diagon Alley with Percy, Dad is at work, and Charlie has been on a date with Karen all day," Ron rattled off.
"It's marvellous to see you, dear." Mrs Weasley hugged him again.
"Mum, I was here a few days ago! Although, my visits will be a lot less frequent from now on."
Mrs Weasley's face went ashen and the youngest Weasleys shouted their displeasure. "What?!"
"Well, I just got word - I've got my first post with Gringott's," Bill said, clearly excited by the prospect. "I'm the first 'green' curse-breaker that they're sending to-"
WHOOSH - the fireplace again roared to life with green flames as Mr Weasley stepped out.
"Dad!" Bill shouted, hugging his very surprised father tightly.
"Oof. Hello son, what brings you back here already?" Mr Weasley asked, returning the hug.
"I've got my first assignment for Gringott's," Bill's muffled voice came from his father's shoulder.
"That's wonderful, Bill!" Mr Weasley shouted. "Where will you be?"
"Egypt. It's the first time they've ever sent a new curse-breaker there! It's for the best of the best, but my instructors all said I'm ready."
"Wow!" Ron and Ginny shouted together.
Mr Weasley beamed with pride. "Of course, Bill, I always knew you'd end up with the best. When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow morning - they're giving me the weekend there to get used to the climate, and then I start work on Monday."
"That's brilliant Bill!" Ron shouted again.
Bill beamed. "Thanks, kid... Actually, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure." Ron shrugged, following his brother outside.
Once alone Bill asked, "Do you know where that pizza place is in town? I'm thinking you and I can go pick up dinner for the family."
Ron nodded.
"Perfect, head for the apparition point, I'll catch up," Bill said, popping his head back inside The Burrow before jogging to catch up to Ron. He apparated them to the alley around the corner from Kemp's shop and they returned to the Burrow with a large stack of pizzas to celebrate Bill's news.