George moved to pile up the boxes that were closer to him, making a stack that he would carry over to their appropriate shelves later, after Charlie departed. He gestured around at the bustle of the shop. "As you can see, we're still doing fairly well," he gave Charlie a significant look, "normally, we're a bit more competitive with the other shops, but we'd be happier if most of them were doing better than they are." Things had gotten downright grim on the Alley lately.
"Ah," he shook his head as Charlie brought up Fred. "He would be out at lunch with one Miss Angelina Johnson, having ditched me at the drop of a hat." He looked at Charlie with a mock-wounded expression. "It's not fair, that."