"Tough, because we aren't going anywhere. I have until Monday morning to decide if I want to press charges, and yes, it comes handy when I'm the one who can actually make those decisions," he answered, knowing that it would be a press nightmare and Jorkins would probably have his balls on a plate for this, but if it helped George, he'd deal with the consequences later.
"You want to lie, then fine. Hey, you can even do it while you smile and laugh. You can even fool our parents." He didn't think it took that much, considering how blind they had always been. "I've watched you and Fred for years. I know you better than you'd like me to. Would you like me to repeat how wrong you punching Harry is? Or how punching him for Gabrielle makes no sense, not when you're calling her a sister? And please, since we both know you like the girl, can we stop with the family references?"
Percy patted George's cheek. "I'm sorry about Fred. I really am. I know I've never said anything, and maybe I should have, but I didn't now what to say without sounding like I was lying, but I never wanted anything bad to happen to him or you. I'm sorry for what you've lost, because no matter how much Mum cries, you've lost the most, and I know you're not doing fine, and I don't expect everything to be perfect, but this isn't you. I'm the one who'd rather spend the night alone; you're the one who blossoms with people around. Do you know what's more aggravating than you pulling this 'I'm fine' crap? The fact that no one else sees how wrong it is not to hear you laugh. So are we going to sit down or are we spending the next few days standing up?" He really hoped that they could sit and talk and leave early enough.