"Well, most people think that I am the bad influence on you. And they'd be right, nine times out of ten. Though you can be more of a bastard than you'd think at times." Anthony grinned, easier now that he almost, almost felt some familiarity there. The Joe he knew lurking underneath it all, with his awkward demeanour and that laugh.

"I've got money, Joe. Don't you worry. I can get us both plenty of snacks." He had saved up for this. For years. Gotten quite a bit of money from muggles, which was maybe a bit of a scam at times, but paid off. Gotten money from people that thought he was destined for greatness too, which came in handy. Enough to buy his Joe snacks. Maybe even enough to get them a cottage somewhere.