It was about closing time, and a slow day. Verity was off doing something in the backroom, George thought. What he didn't know, but he wasn't going to check on the offchance that it was Fred she was doing. Much as he wouldn't mind seeing Verity naked, he didn't need to catch his twin midshag. Again.
Even if it would be really funny to toss some of that Shrinking Solution they'd made up on him at the worst possible moment. Maybe he could get Ang to do that.
So George sat crosslegged on the floor in the middle of the shop, a copy of the plans for the Hogsmeade shop in his lap, little charmed cutouts of various pieces of to-scale-sized furniture and things on top of them while he pushed them around. Ostensibly planning how they wanted to set things up, but in actuality trying to charm the little cardboard cupboard to hump the cardboard counter. He'd gotten bored.
Also while he sat on the floor he was half hidden by the counter, but could still see th door. Which gave him optimum hag-hiding opportunity if she showed up again.
He looked up as a non-hag pair of legs came in. Nice legs, actually, and he grinned when Katie came into view, looking up from the leg-view. "You'd be sad if I died. There'd be loads of tears and rending of garments. You can do that bit now to practice." He folded up the plans, making the cupboard and the counter take a break as he heaved himself to his feet with a theatric groan. "Drink sounds good. Verity can close up." If she wasn't shagging Fred.