Although she recognised Fred's dismissal of her assertion, she decided not to push it, for now. "That's what he said," she answered, taking another swig of her beer. "I'm not sure how long. He lives in Knockturn. Or works there, or something." She finished her beer and mused aloud, setting the bottle onto the coffee table. "I don't know why he wouldn't be living in his parents' house. I know his sister isn't."
Here was the hard part, although it shouldn't be and she pushed through it, knowing Fred wouldn't like what she was about to say. "He met Charlie."