Fred had hung around in London proper for a while more before he made his way back toward the Leaky Cauldron, and then down the alley toward the shop. He hadn't forgotten why he'd run off in the first place, though, and he peeked around through the windows first to make sure he didn't see anyone hagified, before ducking into the shop and heading for the counter.
He nearly made it there before she caught him, and ... was that lipstick? Why did it look like it was boiling? "Not me, my brother!" He called to her loudly, as if she was deaf and he was trying to yell loud enough for her to hear it. "I'll go find him!" And with that he was sprinting. He saw George being a git through the crack in the door and made a bolt for that, nearly knocking George over as he rushed in to the stock room too and kicked the door shut behind himself.