“The counter belongs to the staff, the shelves to the customer!” He said in a business-like manner. “Hey George!” Harry held out his hand. He watched the rest of the twin unobtrusively from top to bottom. He looked leaner since they'd last seen him. George grinned, but his eyes didn't smile too. “How's Harry doing?” Egg looked at his sister and winked. “Nice hairstyle!” Then he continued. "I thought that it was you. Nobody causes such a bang like Ronni-sweety." George laughed very convincingly and yet it couldn't have been clearer that he didn't really find himself funny to throw away. “Mr. Weasley?” The young clerk who had worked here two years ago stepped out of the crowd. “I'll be right there, Varity!” He apologized briefly and disappeared.

“Terrible!” Hermione whispered sadly, and for the first time Ron showed something like tact. “Yes,” he muttered, giving her a careful hug.“But he'll be fine!” Ginny spat and squeezed Harry's hand. The four remained silent until George snaked out of the crowd again. “So what can I do for you?” Ron, the old man right back, opened his mouth. “Free article ...” “A mirror!” Harry exclaimed. "I don't want to keep walking around like that. If you haven't noticed, don't do this to me voluntarily!" George raised his eyebrows. “Lockhart?” “Lockhart!” They answered in unison.