Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were all stunned. Clearly, none of them had expected Sirius Black to send them a message at this time—and invite them over for "dinner," no less.
Of course, dinner was only an excuse. Sirius clearly had something he wanted to discuss with them—or rather, with Albert.
They could think of no other possibility.
After a brief silence fell over the dining room, George was the first to break it. "He should've said so earlier. We're nearly full already."
"I think Sirius probably wants to discuss cooperation while we're there."
"Why don't you go over later?" Lee Jordan continued, "And ask Professor Lupin whether he can work overtime recently?"
"Fine, but don't get your hopes up."
George and Fred quickly finished their portions of dinner and hurried off.
"Are you this busy every day?"
"Yeah. Good thing you came to help, or we'd be even busier." Lee Jordan watched the two leave and sighed. "Still, we've made quite a lot of Galleons. We just need to keep at it for these next few years, and then we won't have to worry about Galleons anymore. So don't feel bad about Albert paying you such a high salary. You deserve it."
When Fred and George hurried to 12 Grimmauld Place, they found that the dinner invitation really had been nothing more than an excuse.
Sirius, Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley, and Professor McGonagall all looked unusually serious, as though something bad had happened.
"What's going on?" George asked.
"Can you contact Albert?" Professor McGonagall immediately asked.
"I'm afraid that'll be difficult. Albert just got married, and he definitely won't want anyone disturbing his honeymoon." George was not particularly surprised. "Why are you looking for Albert?"
A brief silence fell over the dining room, making Fred and George rather curious