Fred was back at the door a few minutes later - he'd popped back to the shop when he'd seen the sorry state of her fridge. Luckily, his mum still insisted on cooking for nearly all of the children who would let her, and since they were over so much for Orderly things like making sure Harry didn't get his head taken off, they were also over enough to go home with tins full of Molly Weasley's best efforts to force her children to remember her.
He came back bearing homemade spaghetti and a loaf of buttery garlicy bread. He didn't bother explaining any of that to Verity when he kicked the door closed behind him and headed to the kitchen again, she'd seen enough of mum's owls laden with food come in through the shop to make deliveries. "So, night before your birthday," he called to her from the kitchen while he took off the heating charms that were still on the food. "And you're sitting around here feeling sorry for yourself? Little pathetic, Weller."