"Yes, thank you Rosmerta. Oh and 3 butterbeers too," George replied following her to a table in the corner. We sat at our table and Fred pulled out a neatly wrapped package and the parchment he was looking at earlier. George grabbed the package and handed it to me. I ripped at the paper and pulled out a box of chocolate chip cookies. "Those are from mum," George piped up before I pulled out a framed photo. It was from the day of my prank on Fred during dinner, after he'd gotten over being angry. I was sitting in between Fred and George and Fred was looking at his reflection in a spoon while making funny faces. George and I were laughing our heads off, next to him. I didn't know someone had taken a photo, but I'm glad they did.