George, Katie, Open
"You're cruel, Kates. Absolutely cruel!" He commented, placing a hand over his heart as though the comment had shot right through him. It was a valid threat, of course. Molly Weasley was terrifying when she was angry. Grown man or not, he'd still run away. "Feeding your ego is what I'm good at. It gives me purpose."
He laughed when, after a quick scan of the room, she asked who he was going home with. It was good to be out, horsing around like they used to. It broke up some of the melancholy that surrounded the shop on quiet days. Spotting Rosemertta coming around the bar, he grinned. "You know I only come here for Rosie," he grinned, spinning around on his stool and shooting a the older woman a devilish wink. "We go way back, don't we Rosie?"
"Oh no, George Weasley," she laughed, waving him off, "None of your flirting tonight."
George laughed and shrugged. "Looks like I need a new plan then."