George and Fred were waiting, George perched on the counter in Angelina's customary place. They didn't exactly look grim, but the twins were more subdued than they usually were. The edict didn't directly effect them, but it hung over everyone's head as proof of what was going on. Even the bits of brilliance they were helping Lee come up with, and their new shop wasn't enough to make things seem less dire, really.
George had a belt with loads of little pockets and various useful products - Weasley and otherwise - tucked inside, and his wand in his jeans pocket.
He hoped up when the girls came in, giving them a quick smile. "Yeah, think so. You all right? Ryan tucked away?"