"That's it," Bill said. "Hospital makes you all mushy and easy-going. And no one will spit on you, not even Charlie. Certainly not Dad or Gin."
He laughed a little at the imagined scene.
"And if you ditch, I might be able to wrangle you up something at Gringotts. I mean, that place isn't in the best of shape now either but it's better than the Ministry itself. Or if you want to stick it out, it'd be useful to have someone on the inside for the Order."