"No, I know she's smart," he muttered, bringing up a hand up to rest his chin against it. He sighed, feeling calmed just by the feel of her hand by his scar."I know she knows what she's doing, and I know that... well, that to her at least, Zabini's changed and all, which is great. If she's happy..." George stared down into his cup of juice. He wasn't sure exactly how to voice his thoughts on just why it had bothered him.
"But it's still... it's hard thinking that someone who could be so for a cause could ever change, or care about my sister, or make up for..." George cleared his throat and glanced up at Alicia. It was rare for him to say such things out loud, but he'd had too much whisky and potions to notice the looseness of his lips.