"You've been here one day and you want in on secrets?" Fred rolled his eyes, but slipped an arm around Roger's shoulders in camaraderie. "Come on, now. Don't want your head taken off or anything."
Fred called out to George that he was showing Roger some things in the back, and then led Roger by the shoulders into the storeroom. "Everything's modified, you know. Besides, wouldn't want someone tracing the floo and knowing where we get things, or where we send things, or... well, knowing pretty much anything about what we do. None of their sodding business, you know. We took ourselves off the network."