"Now that would be an interesting restructure," George quipped, leaning his chair back again. "Although, dunno if that's in the contract, right?"
He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "So what're you doing, then? Bumming, as usual? Or are you going to get a real job and everything? I'd say I'd hire you, but I just brought on another person so I could use Verity for production." He took a long drink from his glass.
"Dunno if you've heard about the flu thing, clear in Australia. Nasty bit of shite, this. I got sick from a blood splash at this Quidditch benefit. Haven't felt physically sick since the first few days passed, but I haven't..." He took a deep breath. "Yeah. No magic since then either. Don't even carry a wand."