Greg eyed the things in her arms with a great and deep suspicion. Some of it looked like food, which was always good in his book, but the rest looked dangerous. "Not that I know of. I think they learned their lesson after the hexing incident last year."
He hadn't know that it was possible for a guy to kick himself in the balls but that prostitute had been quick to spell the twins into doing just that when they tried to use enchanted mistletoe to make her kiss them.
"Er, let me carry some of that?" he offered, constitutionally unable to watch a woman do her own carrying when he had a free arm. The girls of Slytherin had taught him that very well.