"I noticed. She smells like she's never had a bath since she was old enough to wear big girl pants," George answered absently, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he bent his head over a scribbled-on piece of parchment. He'd written down loads of notes while they were working last night, but they were a bit hard to actually read, now. "Did we say something about pixie wings, or doe that say something about fixing something?" George asked, holding the parchment for Fred to see.
He looked up though. "Ange's parents? Why? They're not muggleborns, yeah?" He didn't mind, it was just a bit odd. "She have a practice she couldn't get out of or something?"