“He’s what?” Hermione spluttered, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.
George Weasley laughed and raised an eyebrow at her, pausing with one hand over the magical cash register, a customer’s money in his grip. “Why, Hermione,” he teased. “Didn’t you think ickle Ronniekins had it in him?”
“No, that’s not…” she began, and then huffed.
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