Silence never bothered Lia. But it wasn't really silent; around the corner, there was a pub with a dozen people in it. Their voices drifted like a low hum, there was the sound of pint glasses thumped on the wooden bar. The door opening and closing: people coming and leaving. Life, as the cliche said, went on. Without Fred. But hopefully George was understanding that it didn't mean it had to go on without George, too.
"You're welcome," she said, drawing her hands away to adjust the straps on her dress, hitching the neckline higher as she realized that by leaning in to concentrate on his hands, it was drooping. What did she say once to herself about Harry? No free shows. "Too bad you're a wizard with your dumb wizard fake money or I'd make you buy me a pint," she said with a quick wink, finishing her beer.