"Yes," Verity also didn't need to mention that Trevor's... expression of said love had kept her up. "He was perfectly welcoming, didn't make me sleep outside or anything. I had a lovely room, comfortable bed and a real breakfast." That she'd cooked, but that was neither here nor there.
She sighed, and buried her face in his shirt. "I know he had nothing to do with this, Fred. I promise you. He hates the Carrows as much as we do."