"She knows you smoke and hasn't been howling after you to stop it off yet?" George asked. He snorted. "You're her new favorite, since Perce faffed off to the Ministry." Though he was back these days and working with the DA. Which reminded him. "Oh. Yeah. Our new temporary shop boy-slash-eye-candy is joining up with the Order. Davies - he's a mate from school. Mostly." Since they gave him a hard time often enough that "mate" might be stretching it, sometimes.
"We'll remember to forget you, 'course. Mister Moony." George grinned and poured them the first round of shots. "Probably still in detention without you all. I mean we'd have found the passages probably eventually. But we'd have gotten caught loads doing it. And Filch would have strung us up by our entrails or something. He was always muttering shite like that."
George downed his shot and poured another, leaning back in the sofa and letting Remus get his first down before George drank a second. No sense getting a head start. "So how long did it take you lot to get that map working, anyway?"