The word 'bored' made Fred itch - literally itch, he was sure he was allergic - but that word uttered by someone who WORKED for him and who got the pleasure of SEEING him every day was a crime against wizardkind, really, and as an Order member he was sworn to fight all crimes against wizardkind, or whatnot.
It would make a good excuse later, at least. Really he'd just saw her post and remembered that tomorrow was her birthday, and he'd had some time and nothing to do but clean up the orange sludge that was coating the bathtub in their flat after this afternoon's new trial (they'd get it right soon, he could FEEL it!) so leaving George to do the womanly work and begging off to go and cheer Verity up seemed to be a good trade.
He apparated just to the side of her flat in a little alley he'd used before, so he wouldn't be noticed, and a few moments later he was knocking. He waited until he heard footsteps approaching the door, and then threw down a handful of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder.