"Excellent, I think I see a few veela cousins," said George, craning his neck for a better look. "They'll need help understanding our English customs, I'll look after them. . . ." "Not so fast, Your Holeyness," said Fred, and darting past the gaggle of middle-aged witches heading the procession, he said, "Here -- ," to a pair of pretty French girls, who giggled and allowed him to escort them inside. George was left to deal with the middle-aged witches."