He rolled his eyes, suddenly a bit more cheerful than he'd felt in a while. "I haven't paid for Quidditch seats since we... opened the shop." The pause was subtle, but there, and George downed the fresh drink rather steadily rather than think about it.
"And I? Do not sit in the nosebleed section, thanks. Not when I've got connections like you."
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