George hadn't been lying when he said he was easy to find. Unpredictable as the twins were in some things - George's habits were pretty unchanging. He spent he majority of his time at the shops, in their lab, or at his flat with occasional drop-ins to visit the girls' flat, or his mum. Usually when he and Fred were out of food. And with recent events making him both cranky and unusually thoughtful - which itched, George hated being thoughtful - he was holing up to work more than usual, talking more over journals than he was in person.
George, however, could never resist giving Roger a hard time, even if he was trying to make sense of why they had twenty extra boxes of rat tails when they'd only needed two for components. The shop had just closed for the night, and George was sitting in he middle of the shop floor, boxes all around him as he checked them against the shipping notices, grumbling to himself. He didn't actually expect Roger to show up - they both tended to be all talk when they were giving each other a hard time. He looked up as he heard someone walking in though, tensing for a second, just in case, and reaching for his wand, and then relaxing when he saw it was actually Roger. "Oi, Davies. Make a noise or something."