"Let's," Freddie agreed, flicking his wand at the front of the shop. The shutters outside quickly sealed themselves against the cold outside and Fred swept a few items off the counter and into a drawer. "Ready?" He inclined his head towards the door which lead to the flat above the shop. "Mum was round earlier, brought a chocolate cake ... she didn't make it herself or anything," he grinned, his mother wasn't the domestic type, "but it's the the thought that counts. And it's really nice. Sprinkles and everything."
Carrying the small box carefully, he headed up the stairs, looking back to make sure Alice was following. He pointed his wand up the staircase and heard the kettle bubble to life-- it would be boiled by the time they made it into his little kitchen.