George snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll neither admit nor deny that," he said with a smile, "but there might've been a lot of younger students with inexplicable ailments for a bit there." He turned and stacked the last of the boxes near to the shelves. "They were all well compensated, mind you. Or so I heard."
As he answered Charlie's first question, George shrugged. "Both, really. He forgot to tell me until a couple of minutes before she came by, and we were so busy at that point that one of us had to stay here." He frowned to himself. He was sure that Fred fancied Angelina, which didn't bother him...except for the fact that she was his friend too, and Fred had been a bit of a wanker skipping out like that. George shrugged again. "Somehow, I drew the short straw."