George shrugged in a wordless "dunno" sort of gesture to Fred. "Think that was the girl with the blue thing. . . . but that was good too. We can go there," George agreed with a smile for Charlie. "Yeah, I think it was Whitechapel." Or maybe not. If not, there was probably places to eat their anyway. Fred and George were brilliant at remembering the little details of their shop and products. Details of everything else - not so much.
He followed Fred outside and gave Charlie a friendly nudge. "So you don't get out much, eh? Do they chain you to a desk? Or do they do some sort of charm that takes away your sense of fun, once you start teaching? We always suspected they did that to Filch."