"It's very weird," he agreed, and shook his head, looking at himself. Did he really make that face?
"Are you ready, then?" he asked. "You have your wand? And the copy of my wizarding ID?" He'd made sure to copy the latter well; if she was approached by anyone inspecting the IDs, she should be able to pass inspection.
"You know to meet Fleur at Covent Gardens, by the fire jugglers?"