Greg was not done being cross. He had picked Diagon Alley because it was far from the prying eyes of school, and he had mistakenly thought most of the lot would be on their way at the very least. Okay, so he hadn't thought it out too clearly, and the conversation had gotten heated, almost coming to blows. Theo had seemed to need to get out; now, Greg wished he could just whisk him away.
But the point had been to stock up on a few staples for the cottage, and it was now or never.
"Soon, love," he said as he put an arm around Theo's thin waste, "We still want that tea, don't we?"
And it was then that he realized they were being approached, by whom he wasn't certain. The boy (he guessed it was a boy) spoke to them it seemed, and Greg frowned slightly, "Oiye, shove off will ya? We've had enough for the day," he said, starting to turn Theo away from the boy who addressed Theo, and he could only guess that he was the giant.