"Vetoed, ignored, something of the sort," George said with a roll of his eyes, though it was in good-humor as evidenced by a chuckle. "No, she's--well, she was taken care of, so to speak, and we've been making concerted efforts to not ever bring her back. Reckon there's still some people around here who wouldn't be too pleased to see her either. She did a lot of evil to a lot of good people. No one misses her much."
It didn't take very long to reach the pub, and once they got there, George stepped ahead and pulled te door open for Emmeline. After all, Molly Weasley did not raise sons who were discourteous or who didn't know what chivalry was. All the same, he was eager to get inside where it was arm, and get a nice pint of butterbeer to start with. That would definitely warm him up.