"You can probably borrow Ron's," Fred added in helpfully. "I don't think he's using them. Of course, we'd have to find him for you to take them off of him, and Granger might mind. All that time out alone together, you'd hope he'd manned up a bit, mortal peril or not."
Taking a shot of the firewhiskey, Fred waved off George's dismissive gesture. "You'd come to get me. No one would put up with you if I weren't here."