George perched on the counter as he watched Jack looking over the shelves. He kept an eye on the other customers, who were starting to drift out again, or toward the counter to pay out before closing.
He snorted. "A few years yet." Since they were still on the young side. He grinned. "I'm not, but Bill and Fleur will likely have another, sometime. And Fredders wants more, domesticated sod that he is." Ginny and Sam would take some maneuvering, he supposed, and he liked to believe Percy was sterile.
Ron, though, would probably end up knocking up Hermione, sometime, George was pretty sure.