He'd promised he'd buy his cousin one of these silly American flags, and some chocolate frogs (and some Quality Streets, but he'd have to get out of here for that). Let no one ever say that Arthur didn't indulge anyone, though Victoria was rather strict exception.

Despite knowing the other boy was there he hadn't been looking out for him, and he'd almost forgotten he was there at all as he picked his way through the booths and hummed and picked up a moving figure of one of the American players - the beater that Victoria liked. Well, he'd said he couldn't bring her the man himself but he supposed she might get a chuckle out of this. He paid, then stepped back, bumping into someone and turning around with a scowl.

Ah, bollocks.

"Watch where you're going, Jones!" he snapped, hackles rising. "... And that hat looks bloody ridiculous."