"Oh, only about a hundred, 150 quid a week...." Percy curled an arm about his wife's waist, feeling her leaning into him with a beaming smile. "It's far less than what I was paying for that flat out near Sussex. Imagine if Audi and were living out there – starting over, on my pay! Why, damme, it makes me just as glad those ruddy Snatchers burned my place down!" From where she was standing right next to him, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley suck in a sharp breath, perhaps at the horrid thought of her middle and most mature son swearing, even casually. The matriarch now floated up to her daughter-in-law, guiding her maternally towards the kitchen.