"Catch more Quaffles and throw with more accuracy," Ron was muttering when walked into the flat, his bag dropping with a thud near the door. "Brilliant strategy this bloke came up with. Earned every penny of that outrageous salary they're tossing at him...," he stopped short when he saw the rather cozy looking pair on his sofa.
He grinned as he approached them but then his face fell as his mind kicked into overdrive. "Oh, blimey," he muttered, searching his memory for birthdays and anniversaries. When he came up blank he dropped into a nearby chair and looked from one to the other.