"Lemme see that map." Fred held out his hand to Ginny, and she proffered the map in his direction. Looking down at the map, he traced his fingers along the river. "So what's this, then?" something on the other side of the map caught his eye and he pointed at it.
George peered over Fred's shoulder and looked where he was indicating. "That looks like Greek to me... Irridesce... pliate-something... nunquam... Huh?"