"Thank you, Harry. For everything." Audrey said, giving Harry a tired, distracted smile. She had George's hand in her own, and half-led, half-dragged him to the floo in the other room, next to where their bags were sitting.
"I want my own bed." She said, then let go fo George so she could grab a little handful of the floo powder and step into the fire. She hoped he could pick up the bags and follow after her.