"Yeah." George didn't need to finish his sentence about Hermione for Harry to get what he meant. She was quite well known for her stubbornness and her passion for doing whatever she thought was right, regardless of what anyone else was thinking.
Harry grinned back as George's pool went down to a puddle. "Haven't tried anything," he admitted. He didn't really need to, not lately. "If I ever do, I'll let you know how I go." Harry didn't really mean that, but that was beside the point.
"Death on a stick didn't suit me," he agreed. He leaned out to give George a light punch on the arm when he was told that he was still a skinny, specky thing though. "Like you can talk."
Ron had told him what had happened to George, but Harry hadn't planned to mention it unless he brought it up himself. "I've got time," he said with a grin. "Think I can join the great lunch search."