Fred was ushering the few shoppers out, explaining loudly that he was closing early thanks to the Ministry of Magic, and that if they had a problem they could take it up with them. He'd even donate some particularly nasty tricks for them to do it.
By the time the door was locked and the sign turned and front lights off, he only just caught what Percy had said. "If you want to talk about anything important, Perce, I'd rather it be in our flat. No one wards something like we do." He was a little peckish, though. He could do with dinner.