George thought about Hermione, then nodded. "I can see that. When that girl gets an idea in her head..." Well, you weren't changing it, that's what. George had always rather admired that about her, actually.
He grinned at Harry's next words though. "Used to have a pool. More like a sink lately. Well, more a puddle. And have you tried those Muggle things? I'd rather do without and bitch about it, frankly."
He turned and leaned against the wall next to the window, looking at Harry. "So, you're doing okay, then. You look better. Not like death on a stick, so that's a plus. Still a skinny, specky thing, but I guess that's not changing." He dropped a good natured wink.
He wondered if Harry had heard about his lack of magic, either through Ginny or Ron. "So I was trying to decide on lunch. I'm crap with cooking without magic. If it wasn't for tinned stew, I'd probably starve. Fancy joining the search?"