George cocked his head as Remus moved, eyeing him a bit suspiciously. Mostly because George usually drank with Ange or Katie or Fred, and one could never trust them not to swat at you with something if you'd said something drunken and stupid that you didn't remember. "Ehh. Bollocks. I mean my mum and dad, despite not having ever had sex, are still all romantic and sweet sometimes in ways that make Fred and me want to hex off our own ears. Again. Even though it hurt to grow back the first time we did it because Perce wouldn't shut up going on about something or other." George didn't remember what now. And actually he didn't think they'd been TRYING to hex off their own ears, but it had sort of happened. Their mum had shrieked to high heaven. Which they hadn't heard that well, naturally. "Or what about whatsit. Harry's mum and dad. Said they were mad for each other, yeah? I mean while they were around. Or umm. . . . other people." There were more! George just couldn't be buggered to think of their names, was all.
It was a bit funny that none of the Professors at school seemed to be married or the like though. It was probably because they were all ancient though. Maybe they'd been married but gotten old and dotty and forgot about it.
"Best story?" George considered that. There were so many! There was the time that they managed to charm Malfoy's ears giant and set them to fighting each other. There was the week of Lee's Hair, where they'd managed to charm it different colors and shapes every day without him ever noticing. There was the Woodcock line of products, which still made them giggle whenever they thought about actually selling them. And the time they'd charmed Ice Mice stronger and had them run about and turn the common room into a skating rink, and McGonagall almost fell on her arse. Oh and the bit with the worms! And that charm that had backfired! And when they'd invented that thing they didn't talk about because it was seven different kinds of illegal, and that was special, even for them, even if it was WICKED brilliant.
There were so many. And none of them sexual, because George didn't actually have as many of those stories as he made out, and none of them were that inventive. "Best story was the day we lit out from Hogwarts," George decided finally. "It was brilliant. Swamp run amuck and fireworks and we summoned our wands, and Umbridge, the cow, looked like her face was going to explode from angry. And then we opened the shop. Which was brilliant." George beamed at the memory. "'course now Ange calls us dropouts when she's brassed. But worth it. Not like we were learning anything that year anyway, and we could've passed exams if we cared. Rubbish anyway. Don't need it for a shop."
George wasn't precisely uninterested. Just unaware, and drunk.