Harry nodded in agreement, straightening when his friend re-entered the main room. Swallowing, he answered. "Most muggle sweets don't move. Actually," He looked thoughtful, most of his experiance with the stuff was second hand or scarps or a couple of the real things when Aunt Petunia was feeling generous or Dudley just made himself ill. "I don't think any of them do." Which just went to prove how entrenched in wizarding culture that Harry was becoming, because he was sort of disappointed by that fact too.
"Ready to go then?" He asked, his eyes slanting towards Ron's broom, slight grin curving his features. "Got any idea where we should take off? I don't fancy having the muggles swarm us on the streets." He really hadn't had a chance to check out the city like he'd wanted to so he had no idea, but Ron obviously had done more exploring than he had. Because best idea Harry had was the roof.