"Yeah," Greg said, heading toward the Diagon entrance to the park so they could head toward the Leaky Caldron. "And it's shepherd's pie night." It was his favorite night at the Leaky. It wasn't usually crowded as early as he tended to eat and Tom always gave him an extra large serving.
They garnered some odd looks as they walked along but Greg had gotten used to being stared at long ago. It came with being the over-sized son of a known Death Eater who had a tiny, shiny, fluffy crup that accompanied him to dinner. As long as they didn't cast curses - those had tappered off after the first few months - the mumbling was easily ignored.