George hadn't made up his mind about attending Terry's memorial service until that very morning. His head was never right at these kinds of things. But, since his own birthday, he'd been feeling the need to live better for Fred, and living better meant supporting the Resistance, and that meant attending Boot's memorial service, even if it made him nauseated to be at one.
He immediately gravitated towards Luna when he saw her. He didn't know the others as well, and after Luna's time at Shell Cottage during the war, she was practically a Weasley to him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders when he sidled up next to her, giving her a little squeeze. "Morning," he said quietly, keeping his voice down.