Fred patted his brother's shoulder awkwardly. "You'll figure it out," he promised. "After all, you got twelve OWLs, were head boy, and didn't have your head up your arse like Perfectly Prefect Percy. You'll figure something out." Even if that did mean he had to create some sort of alibi. He could, if he really wanted to.
"And there isn't a rule, unless they've come up with something in the last twenty six years." Fred should know. Unlike popular belief he and George did know the rules of Hogwarts. Memorized them in fact. It was easier that way to know what you could and could not get in trouble and punished for.
He bit his lip. "And you love her. Want to do what's best for her," he observed. "Even though she has different ideas?" He wasn't used to this whole Uncle business. On one hand he thought Bill was over reacting, but on the other, this was his brother. Usually when push came to shove, he stood behind them.