"Let’s just say," he drawled, trying to keep his shite together and hoping the sound of his desperation wasn’t obvious, "That Potter and I decide to go out into Mugg–"  He glanced around, not knowing if anyone besides Dudley would be able to overhear what he was saying.  "Into London and get pissed.  He and Theo have been fighting and he may have picked a fight with some bellend and...here we are."