Re: Bill and Fred
Bill stopped walking when Fred voiced that George wasn't here, shaking his head. "No," he said. "He's not." Just like their mum wasn't there, or their dad, or Fleur or Roxanne or Angie. Fuck most of George's family had been killed - only Alex left. He'd have to speak to him, take care of him.
He smiled at the set hour comment. "Please don't you too start," he chuckled. "I've had Pettigrew and Al go off on how horrible set hours are already. I don't know half of what they argued, only that it game me a head ache."
"Twelve hour shifts, breaks for meal time, tight security. We'll work on things like adapting security to allow a bunch of dragons to fly through, and no I'm not joking. Charlie is getting his wet dream, his own dragons to care for," he said with a grin. "When that's done, security spells for the castle, I'm guessing anything to help give us an up in battles. The triad will give us work to do, we'll find ways to do it."
He smiled. "I knew I could count on you, Fred. And I promise I'll keep you updated when I get more information."