George followed him over, walking alongside George and looking around. He had his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, one hand fisted around his wand, just in case. They didn't expect anything but a meal, but after what happened to Fred, they were careful, anyway.
George lifted a hand, knocking at the door. When no one answered, he looked around, seeing if there was an auto in the drive or anything, then looking back at the door and knocking again. "Oi! Mrs. Johnson? Ange-parents?"