Fred smiled, then, even though it was only a small. Brushing her hair back, he said, "That, I am. Do you know how often George tries to slip me new candies and concoctions he's developing for the shop? It's even worse now that he wants to legitimize my excuse for being out on the full moon," he laughed lightly. "I suggest working on your nonverbal, wandless banishing charms. When they look away, you banish a little bit at a time and eventually it looks as though you've eaten or drank everything they've offered you. And you answer questions the way you think they want them to be answered. Mudbloods are thieves of magic, the Minister is the best we've had in generations and the maintaining of the purity of bloodlines is only for the greater good of wizarding kind."
He was warmed by her words, glad that she knew he was saying what he was because he was her friend. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere," he replied, moving to cover her hand with his. Even though this had to be hard for her, he was selfishly glad that there might be one more person around him who wasn't being controlled.