““Clear up??” said Ron, looking around at the partly destroyed café. “Why?” “Don’t you think they might wonder what’s happened if they wake up and find themselves in a place that looks like it’s just been bombed?” “Oh right, yeah…” Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his wand from his pocket. “It’s no wonder I can’t get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they’re tight.” “Oh, I’m so sorry,” hissed Hermione, and as she dragged the waitress out of sight of the windows, Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his wand instead.””
