"You think they have theirs?" Fred sounded uncertain, though it was likely because he was kicking himself for not thinking of it. He could have written Ron weeks ago if he'd thought of that. Of course, he'd been a little busy, too, with Lee and the work on the station and the new shoppe. And the Order rushing about with no clue about what they should be doing.
"If you hear from her, yeah, let me know. But be careful who you tell, too. Don't have to tell you, it's dangerous to be talking about much. Dad's not going in to the office anymore. They haven't sacked him yet, but it's coming." Provided they were happy sacking him rather than murdering him.