6 am on the clock. You’re in the kitchen of the Weasley household wearing a band t-shirt you borrowed from Ginny, who is asleep upstairs, and you’re alone. Bill happens to join you, surprised to see you looking through the kitchens pantry.

“That’s my shirt, you know. Ginny must of snagged it when I moved out.” He smiled, leaning at the doorframe of the kitchen wearing another t-shirt and green plaid pyjama pants.