"Well, now you're my favourite sister too," Bill said, as he sat at the table and wrapped both of his hands around the cup. "Fuck, it's cold." Leaning back in his chair, he patted his trouser pockets looking for his wand to light the fire in the wood burning stove, but it wasn't there. Well, that was never good, not knowing where your wand was. But he was really too hung over to worry about it too much.
"I don't want to clean up. I should leave it for Fleur."