"You two really go to The Leaky Cauldron that often?" he laughed. Charlie went enough, and certainly would not have minded going that evening—but he wanted to leave the decision up to Fred and George where they went for dinner, with the hope they would go somewhere with greasy, fried food.
Charlie finally got the chance to greet George, "spending all your money on Tom? That's generous of you." George calling him a professor, albeit jokingly, was still not something Charlie thought he could get used to. Even so, he preferred the students calling him by his first name since he was not at all a proper professor—at least not the way he saw it. Teaching became a passion he never thought he would have, but in a way their parents were teachers with a class of seven students of all different ages, likes, and dreams.
The grin on his face remained as he awaited the twins to close up shop completely before they headed out. "Anywhere you want to go," Charlie shrugged as he zipped up his coat. "It's been a long time since I've been out, really." Charlie was not terribly picky regarding food anyway, and he trusted his brothers completely to choose where they went. It was easier and they likely knew all the good spots—Charlie certainly did not.