hooliganism

[weorgegeasel]

percyweasley-arc​:

“Is that going on some slogan? Might I add some notable ideas of my own?” Percy asked, thinking that perhaps his brothers needed a push towards marketing and advertising. He heaved an impatient sigh and averted his gaze. “What I don’t understand is why you weren’t this supportive when I had an actual badge instead of some…silly gadget.” Percy could recall his family being over his news but he blamed that on his childish antics and bragging when he had the chance.

“I know what a cake is, George. I didn’t get such a thing,” he pressed, thinking that this would be some cruel and unamusing joke though he assumed his brother had a handfuls of unamusing jokes for use. He only nodded in response. The train wasn’t the best place for this kind of conversation. “Of course. There are still a few things I would like to say. I’ve made a mental point list in my head for what to say and…I’m afraid I’ve failed to reach out to you to start any of that.”

George shrugged, a wiry grin gracing his features. “You want to help with shop slogans? Perce, I’ve been waiting for this day. You know I’ve got an apron just your size in the back. Had it embroidered with your name on it the day we opened. Just come over any day you like and you can pitch me your ideas. You just need to get your hours in first. Twenty sounds reasonable, right?” Floor time was an important part of any employees training. Not that George really thought Percy would set foot in the shop. “You’re not bragging about this one. That’s the difference.”

George shook his head, hands coming up to help him better explain his case. “No. I sent it. I sent you a cake. Who else works in your office? Isn’t it just you and Kingsley? Did he eat it?” He hoped not. That surprise was for his brother only and if Kingsley had gotten, well, the next order meeting was bound to be a bit awkward. “It’s fine, Perce. Really. I’m the one who got all...Don’t worry about it.”

[weorgegeasel]

location: the burrow

status: @mollywobblxs @arthur-percivalweasley @billtheweasley @fleurisabelleweasley @charliewhqs @harrietfawley @percyweasley-arc @oliverdwood @chaserkatie​ @penxclearwater​ @angelinahqs @ourkingweasley @booksandcleverness-arc @hjpotter-arc​@ginnyxweasleys @gabriellexdelacour​

George waved his arm above his head to try to get everyone’s attention. “Percy walks in.” It wasn’t really effective. That’s what happened when you got his whole family together. No one stopped talking. He took one of his products out of his pocket instead, throwing the Bombtastic Bomb onto the table and bending down to cover Vic’s ears with his hands. If there was one good thing that the war took, it was one of his ears. It helped in times like this. When the noise had gone off, he released Vic and stood up. Taking a moment to slap Ron’s hands away from the cake box.

“Okay. One more time. Percy walks in then Vic greets him and brings him in here. We’re all hiding, you got that? He sees the note and the box on the table. He comes over, reads the note, and opens up the box. That’s when we all pop out and yell surprise! And act like we definitely didn’t forget to throw him a party or get him any gifts, okay? Everyone got it?” He failed to mention exactly what would happen when the box was opened but that was okay. If Ron stopped messing with it. George slapped Ron’s hand away again, pushing his younger brother back away from table. “It’s not for you.”

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percyweasley-arc​:

“We are bickering like children-stop-” Percy insisted but allowed George to pin the embarrassing badge onto him. He sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not helping with his opinion on his brother’s establishment but he could admire the thought at least. “I’m fine with no longer being the prefect or head boy. Those days are over believe me.”

Percy lifted a brow at his brother and shook his head affirmatively. “I didn’t get anything from you, George…you sent a cake? What is this about?” Percy tilted his head and rolled his eyes skyward at George trying to assess what was going on. “Yeah-I-I hope we are good, I mean.” Percy didn’t think this was the best time to be having this conversation. “No…but it wasn’t your fault alone. I shouldn’t have…you were right. I should be more reliable and offer more help than just being a stand in.”

“It’s what we’re best at.” George slapped a hand on his brother’s back, a little rougher than necessary but he always was with Percy. He couldn’t break that habit. “But you look so good with it. The shine brings out your eyes.” He didn’t know what kind of compliments he was doling out. His only intention was to get Perce to keep wearing that badge long enough to forget it was there. Or to notice to permanent sticking charm on it. 

“A cake, yeah? You’ve heard of it? Flour, eggs, uh, and butter? Put a little icing on it. Some decorations. They taste great. You should really try them.” George gave Perce a weak shove with his shoulder, finally recognizing Percy’s emotions that were strangely mirroring his own. Trying his best to appear fine, George spoke. “We don’t have to talk about it here. We can just be good and get into it later.” Or if George had his way, maybe never. He tried to keep a handle on his feelings that strayed away from jovial or fun. He knew his role in his friends’ and families’ life. It had been almost a year since he had lost his cool like that and brought up Fred. Percy didn’t need that worry on his shoulders.

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fleurisabelleweasley​:

Contrary to popular belief, Fleur wasn’t as annoyed by the mischief that her daughter got into as she made it seem. Sometimes she found it amusing and she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. However, she knew that if she didn’t get it under control, her daughter would be ruling the house and it wouldn’t be long before it was complete chaos. 

Fleur bit back her smile at the way that George jumped. He obviously hadn’t been expecting her and that had been her plan all along. She eyed his hands behind his back, trying to figure out a way that she could get whatever it was. “No. Funny isn’t, it? I didn’t. Vat are you doing here?” 

“Really? You should have that checked out. Visiting my favorite sister-in-law. What else would I be doing?” He leaned against the living room table, still keeping one hand clutching the presents meant for Vic behind his back. Fleur had those mother eyes know. She was bound to spot if he tried to shrink the gifts and pocket them. His wand wasn’t exactly he quietest either.

“Is Bill here? I need your helping thinking of what to get him for his birthday.” George hoped he was remembering his eldest brother’s birthday right. It got a little fuzzy trying to keep five birthdays all straight. Seven counting his parent’s. Wait, wasn’t it just someone’s birthday. “Uh. Did I miss it? Or was that Charlie’s? Percy’s?”

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chaserkatie​:

“I don’t think it’s just juice, George,” Katie slurred, a brow raised as she watched her friend in the bar stool next to her. He wasn’t acting as if it was just juice in whatever it was he’d been drinking the entire time they’d been sitting there. She’d listened to him ramble on about the iced tea for the past 10 minutes without reprieve, but she found it amusing. It was nice just to have a night out and to have no worries. Or at least - that was how it felt. The brunette narrowed her eyes at her best friend, but took the drink from him and took a sip. She made a face, but took another sip and suddenly realized why George was so drunk. “How much alcohol is in that? Merlin’s balls.” 

Katie giggled when George high-fived her and stumbled backwards in her chair slightly when he hit her hand a bit too hard. Taking a sip of her own drink to get rid of the taste of his, she nodded, “We could walk home too. Oliver would pick us up. Or Angelina! We can call Angelina to pick us up. She’ll come to our rescue.” 

“What? It’s not that much, Kates. That’s why it’s so good.” Katie didn’t know what she was talking about and that was rare. Maybe it’s because she was drunk. That had to be it, George leaned over the bar and picked up her drink, taking a sip of it and making a face. “What is this?” Whatever it was, it wasn’t sweet enough for him. George liked a beer now and then but ever since the discovery of adult iced tea his life had changed. He exaggerated his face, sticking his tongue out in disgust and put her drink back down in front of her. “I don’t like that.”

George made a move to help her but his ex-girlfriend was already right side up by the time he had gotten close, Damn quidditch skills. He really needed to find some friends that weren’t professional athletes. He should see what Lee was up to these days, “Ang all the way, Your husband’s still cross with me, Taking his wife out and getting her drunk, not a good look but a great step in my plan to steal you away, Is it working?” He didn’t think of her in that way at all anymore. It was difficult to picture himself with anyone at the moment, Not after the two years he had devoted to Cho had gone sour so quick. Kates was closer to a sister, to Ginny, at this point in his life. He had tried to explain that to Oliver but he didn’t know if it had gotten through. Besides, he’d rather see Angie over him, They both were intimidating, strong personalities but Angelina definitely won in the looks department. “She’s way prettier,” Had he said that out loud? Keeping his thoughts and his words straight was getting a bit difficult.

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percyweasley-arc​:

“Stop it, Georgie. You’re acting ridiculous,” Percy said under his breath, looking around to make sure no one was watching this scene. “If this is where your hours are going I strongly advise you put your efforts towards something more-something more enlightening.” He tried brushing his brother off but resigned to his antics with a pressed sigh. “I’m shutting up about it now. A copy prefect isn’t a thing.”

Percy walked to the lounge car, trying to keep his face neutral as George seemed to want to shake something out. “What do you mean-we haven’t talked in weeks really and-” his brows pulled together as he stopped to stare at George. “What cake? I didn’t get a cake. Honestly George, it’s fine like you said.”

“Georgie. You’re the one acting ridiculous.” He muttered under his breath as he gave the badge on his older brother one last brush. “Don’t you want it to shine?” Percy could shut up about it all he wanted but George wasn’t willing to let this one go. He’d just bring it up at the next family dinner. Pin on Percy when he wasn’t looking. Maybe he could ask Vic to give it to him. That was sure to work. “It is. You are one.”

George paused in the doorway, thinking hard. His brow furrowed as he did so. “No. I sent it. To your office. There isn’t another Percy Weasley in the Ministry. Maybe a Wercy...no. I definitely sent it. Are we good?” He asked, now catching up with his brother again. “You didn’t seem good in the corridor. I apologized but I can do it again. I shouldn’t have taken it all out on you. It wasn’t right.” George only regretted the way he spilled everything out on Percy’s lap that night, not his intention. He still believed it was Percy’s job to step up to the plate and help out the family.

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angelinahqs​:

“George, I am a Hogwarts Graduate who hasn’t had to do that spell in years, plus I’ve also had a fair bit of the free alcohol tonight,” she exclaimed, still gripping onto her wand, watching as the man took a sip of the wine. The woman did the spell as George had said, with no luck, tugging on the door again to reveal that it was still locked. “It’s locked,” she confirmed, also turning to look at the fireworks, trying not to let out a laugh as she heard the old familiar sound of the fireworks beginning to go off, admiring the colours in awe as they danced around the room. She was sad that they hadn’t been able to complete their original task, but at least they were able to observe the carnage. 

It only took a second for the amusement to die down, she turned to George with a grin as he tried to unlock the door him, but again to no avail. “Do I think? Nope, I know they made a failsafe to protect the train against your pranks,” she grinned, poking her finger into his chest as she spoke. Angelina glanced around, realising that the train wasn’t moving either, this threw her back to her fifth year, when the Dementors had come onto the train. Surely, this wasn’t the same thing. She didn’t want to worry George with the thought. “Pass me that wine, I get the feeling we’re going to be here for a while, and if I’m going to listen to those fireworks for the next however long, I want to try to find a distraction,” she laughed. 

“Years? Are you just running around keeping things unlocked? Constant vigilance, Johnson. You’re better than that.” George helped himself to another sip from the bottle. He had know Angelina was drinking but not enough to forget a simple spell. He’d better catch up. “Well, we’re in here now then.” He dropped to the floor by the door and passed the bottle up to her. “They’re not that bad, Ang. It’s a basic box. I should I have brought the big one. And you got me. It could be so much worse. When do you think they cooked this up then? After we left?” He had been selling products to school kids for years but he had never heard of someone making a failsafe for their products so efficiently. Flitwick was surely the only one who could and he would never. He loved their stuff. 

“You know, we could always find another way out.” George said, staring up at the door at the other end of the train. “What’s in there? Engine room? Conductor? Only one way to find out.” He gave Angie a conspiratorial smile. She was in this with him now, thanks to the locked door, but mostly because she had encouraged him to light the fireworks off. 

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ourkingweasley​:

“She might?!” Ron asked, his eyes wide with a fear that only most could understand. Hermione Granger was a force to be reckoned with and when angry, she was a fearsome creature. When he’d gone after Malfoy, he hadn’t exactly been thinking. His anger had gotten the best of him. Now that he was thinking clearly again, he knew how he’d been mistaken in not pausing to listen to his girlfriend. “She’s going to be pissed, but I’d do it again. It felt bloody good,” Ron mumbled stubbornly as he took a drink. 

“You know how she gets.” George explained, not giving in to his younger brother’s panic. He was tempted to feed it but this was a love issue. Ron was absolutely useless when he was sulking over Hermione and he really didn’t want to deal with that in the shop. “Don’t tell me that.” He had already stopped himself from going to find Malfoy once. “You think you can get him to hit you? Then I’d have a great excuse.”

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chaserkatie​:

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The last time that Katie had been this drunk had been at the Midsummer celebration when she’d made the decision to get married to a man whom she was on her first date with. At the time, it felt like the right decision, but that was the alcohol speaking. Katie knew that she still didn’t regret her decision. She loved Oliver more than anything. She wanted her marriage to work. She was just frustrated. Instead of drinking on her own, though, she’d asked George to come to the Three Broomsticks with her. It had been a minute since she’d seen him last and she missed her friend. Plus, she really didn’t want to drink alone. 

“Do you think it’s time that you’re cut off from whatever you’re drinking?” She asked with a small laugh at George. “I’m not sure that we’re going to be able to apparate home after this,” she slurred softly. She held her hand up to her friend, “But you cannot cut me off.” 

“No. Listen. I’m fine. It’s just juice. Basically juice and stuff.” George was thrilled to be out with Katie. It almost felt like the world was back up right. He didn’t need Charlie or Cho to have a good night out. And he wasn’t that drunk. He had just had a few iced teas. The Three Broomstick had the best iced teas in his opinion and he was in the middle of trying to tell Katie all about that. “It’s like every other tea you’ve ever had but better. Just try it. It’s sweet. You might not like it but you have to give it a sip. Go on.”

George met Katie’s outstretched hand with his own in a small high five, smacking her hand a little harder than he had intended to. “We don’t have to apparate home. We got the floo. Or you get that husband of yours to pick you up. I can ask...I’ll figure it out.” He had almost said Cho could have picked him up but that ship had sailed a long time ago.

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fleurisabelleweasley​:

@weorgegeasel​

Her daughter was becoming quite the troublemaker and Fleur knew exactly whom to contribute it to. At least, she had her assumptions. However, she hadn’t caught him in the act in quite a while. George Weasley was quite sneaky. He’d always been clever. However, she decided to beat him at his own game, waiting to see if she could catch him in the act. 

Fleur snuck up behind George quiet as a mouse and cleared her throat quite loudly, hoping that she’d scare him. The blonde held her hand out and waited for whatever items he was planning on giving to Victoire to torture her and Bill with this week. “Hand eet over, Monsieur Weasley, before you face my wrath.” 

Sneaking in to Shell Cottage shouldn’t be as easy as it was but George had years of practice doing it. Bill’s magic hadn’t changed much since George had been sneaking into his room at the Burrow and he was starting to think Fleur didn’t mind having him over. Ever since Vic was born, he’d come into the idea that it was better to drop off his gifts when no one was around then have either of her parents refuse them. He knew kids. It was his business to know what they liked. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t use all of his family for testing purposes. He’d never do that to Vic.

But it seemed maybe Fleur wasn’t just letting him in. She was setting him up. George jumped at her entrance, trying desperately to take a casual pose while hiding the gifts behind his back. “Fleur! Just the woman I was looking to see. I was wondering where you were. You didn’t hear me calling?”

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wadeavery​:

Whether or not the comment was sincere, Wade wanted to pursue other interests. For years, he wanted nothing more than for George to know what he did and it seemed Weasel didn’t even know the incident of which Wade loathed him over. “The past is the past. No use to dwell on it now,” he managed, each word coming out uninvited. Wade was still in a fuss over it but didn’t want to continue the pettiness. “Cheap and genuine, I see. Of course.”

Wade tipped his head, not caring what the stakes were but the drive to beat Weasley at something was itching at him. “I think that’s a fair enough deal,” he commented hesitantly, drawing his hand out for a proper shake. “Pub tab is a bit dull, but you did say you like childish and cheap things…”

“Right. Dwelling would be a bad thing.” It was a cheap shot but this guy coming up to him in the bar and talking about a game almost a decade ago was George’s idea of dwelling. How did people live like that? Holding onto school games like they were real? He used to, when he was fifteen. Not anymore. 

George met Wade’s hand in a shake, not trusting it in the slight but he had enough tricks up his sleeve to keep himself safe. Or more accurately, lining his pockets. “What else did you have in mind, Avery? Don’t want you having to settle for cheap and childish if that’s not your thing.”

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percyweasley-arc​:

A frown formed between his brows, knitting together at George’s words. “Your logic holds no sense,” Percy argued, trying to have the upper hand in the conversation. There was no such thing as a copy Hogwarts Express or Copy Head Boy. Percy didn’t think his mother was making any sense and flinched when a pin was placed on him. “Are you completely mad? What even is this?” Percy looked down at his shirt, his hands already flying to it to unpin it. He was familiar with his brothers’ store and its antics and didn’t want to be assorted with the immature products. 

Percy looked at his brother with a strange look, his lips twisting together into a thin smile. There was so much to talk about and Percy didn’t know where to start. “I-I just wanted to say, well. That I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said such filthy things to you and tried harder to be there.”

“No. It does. Copy train means we need copy prefects and copy head boy. Hey!” George’s own hands flew up to swat Percy’s away from the pin. “I worked hard on that. Had it planned out for weeks.” He hadn’t in the slightest but Perce didn’t need to know that. “It’s a pin, Perce. A badge. It shows off your glorious title for all us peasants to see. You wore one for years, remember? Never shut up about it.”

George shook his head, his steps faltering and breaking his stride next to his brother. “You don’t need to apologize. I already did that. We’re good.” At least, he had thought they were. Realization dawned on him in that moment. “You didn’t get my cake?”

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arthur-percivalweasley​:

“Hmmm.” Arthur said, raising an eyebrow. He certainly didn’t remember much studying over the summer. Only the last minute cramming while Percy lectured them through the door. George and Fred had always put their intelligence to other uses. Not that he could necessarily blame them. He had as well.

He chuckled. “You’d have a good story either way, munchkin.”

–

George winced at the nickname his father dropped so casually, glancing around the car to see if anyone else had picked up on it. He didn’t need Ang hearing it and using it against him later. “The best story would be not getting kicked off the train, yeah? Let’s work on that one.”

end.

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ourkingweasley​

Ron knew that he needed to get back to Hermione; sooner rather than later. He knew the longer that he left things be between them that the worse they would be. Maybe he shouldn’t have ran off in the first place, but he couldn’t help his anger. Sometimes you just needed to punch a Malfoy in the face to feel better. He deserved it. Ron nodded at his brother’s advice, before taking a long swig of his drink. Once he finished, he admitted, “I’m kind of afraid she’s going to throttle me.” 

“She might.” George admitted. Hermione was fearsome, not someone he enjoyed trifling with. And he enjoyed trifling with practically everyone. “You did it for her. She’ll understand that probably? And you only punched him, what? Once? It could have been worse. He’s done worse.” Malfoy had done worse to him. In George’s mind, Ron was in the right here. “She might be cross for a bit but not forever.”

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angelinahqs​:

Angelina had landed upon a bottle of wine after her realisation, it wasn’t often that she found herself drinking, especially with Quidditch, but this seemed like the right occasion, especially when all she could think about was Fred when she was sober. Now, she was wine drunk and helping George out with something that she’d usually watch from afar. She silenced herself, putting her finger to her lip as he hushed the crowd. She bowed as he thanked the crowd, taking a sip from the bottle she held in her hand and then placing it down as he asked for a drumroll, hammering her hands against a nearby window. Watching intently, she caught the exact moment that George went flying, finding herself in a fit of hysterical laughter, trying to stop herself. She hadn’t even put thought into the train stopping, until she heard the door slam shut and lights go out, the only noise echoing in the room being the fireworks crackling, waiting to explode. 

“I… don’t know,” a smile still plastered on her face, but the laughter had disappeared. She made her way over to the door, tugging on it, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. “I don’t think that was you.” Usually, she’d be pretty good at problem solving this, but her brain wasn’t going to any logical solution right now. “But I think we have bigger problems,” she turned to look at the fireworks. “Because this could get messy.” She pulled out her wand, taking a sip of the wine and thrusting her hand in George’s direction to offer it to him. Was magic under the influence wise? Probably not, but she had time for regrets tomorrow. “Any ideas? What’s that unlocking spell again?” 

“What’s the unlocking spell again? Angelina Johnson, you’re a Hogwarts graduate. You should be teaching me that.” George took the offered bottle of wine and took a sip, not even questioning where Angie had gotten it from. “Alohomora.” He answered, waving his free hand in the general shape of the wand waving required for the spell. George’s brow furrowed for a second as he took that Ang would even need to use magic to get the door open. “It’s locked?” He turned to look at the fireworks, wand coming out to stop the lit fuse but it was too late. With a high pitched whine, Fred’s Basic Blaze Box was off. Multicolored sparks filling the space they were in, turning into different animals and shapes. He was glad he had chosen one of Freddie’s cheaper boxes to bring and not a wilder one. They’d probably be fine in an enclosed space with them. Well, it’d be loud and bright and annoying but that’d be okay. No real harm done. 

George stood up and made his way over to Angelina, admiring his work for only a moment before turning to her. There was a sheepish smile of fake innocence on his face. Had it been so long since he had done a prank that this was the result of it now? Poorly executed? He tried his own unlocking spell and grabbed the door. It wouldn’t budge. “I didn’t lock them. You think the trains got a failsafe to protect against Weasleys?”

[weorgegeasel]

location: car one

status: @angelinahqs​

George held up a hand to Angelina, making a grand shushing noise with his mouth as he crouched down to the ground. “Now, now. We need a hush to fall over the crowd for this to go right. Can I get a hush from the crowd?” He looked over to Angelina, laughter clearly waiting to burst on his face as he tried to stay in character. It had been a long time since he had done something this reckless but he had always wanted to set a big firework off on the train. He just knew that would mean expulsion when he was still in school. It was a dream of his and Fred’s and George was convinced was the best way to honor Fred’s memory today. 

He was surprised Angie had been so willing to go along with him but made it had been the alcohol helping her to agree. “Thank you, crowd, for hushing so well as we observe the awe and wonder of what we are about to do! May I get a drumroll from my lovely assistant at this time? Lovely assistant, if you would.” Pulling his wand out, George leaned over Fred's Basic Blaze Box that sat on the floor. It was an apt box if he thought so himself. He looked up once to ensure the door to car two was open before lighting the fireworks. At the same moment, the train stopped and sent George flat on his arse. He looked over to Angelina, laughter finally leaving him at the shock. His joy continued audible until the door in front of them slammed shut and the lights in their car went out. Leaving the two of them with a room stuffed full of fireworks about to go off. “Uh, did I do that?”

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angelinahqs​:

Angelina knew that being back on the train towards Hogwarts was going to bring back some memories, good and bad, feelings that she missed, but it was bittersweet. She was glad that she’d been put in a compartment with people that she liked, she was glad that she had George with her. Other people hadn’t been so lucky, they were mixed with people that they didn’t really get on with, she just wanted this journey to be as easy as it could be. 

“Uh oh,” she widened her eyes, in a joking manner. “It’s lucky I’m not a snitch then and that I like you, because otherwise you would be in big trouble.” Angelina knew that today was going to be drama filled, but she was going to do everything to stay out of it, that was unless someone did something she really didn’t like. “I wonder what they’d do if they found you out, throw you off the train?” 

“Not a snitch. You’re not a seeker? Was is it you do again? Keeping. No, that’s not it.” In terms of compartment mates, Angelina was the best case scenario. George knew she was feeling the loss of his brother just like he was. They’d spent most of their train rides together, the whole game of them. Maybe they should go find Katie and drag her in here. If that wouldn’t be a sad picture of what they all once had. 

Putting a hand to his heart in mock flattery, George did his best to pull a soft face with wide eyes. “You like me? Angelina Johnson likes me. Wow! How’d I get so lucky?” He held out the half of the pastry he hadn’t demolished out to her. “Will you hold on to this for me if they do? I don’t think it’ll survive the trip back to London in my pocket.”