"Isn't that exactly what we pay her for?" Fred asked, finishing the thought for his brother out loud, and then locking the storeroom door and sitting down on a crate instead of going out to do any of those things. "She'll run her off when she closes up, right?" And it was only a few hours, they could amuse themselves back here until then. He was sure there were still a few bottles of Firewhiskey hidden back here somewhere.
"Tell me again how you met her? Because I'm pretty sure she thinks you're her betrothed now. Another Weasley wedding on the way?"