A look of pretend shock crossed her face at his question. "A gentleman doesn't ask and a lady never tells!" She laughed. "I guess since we're neither, there's no harm in saying that I'm twenty-five." She squeezed his arm, smiling up at him, just in case the master of jokes hadn't picked up on hers. It was impossible, she knew, but she still squeezed anyways.
"Storming the castle?" She asked, rising her eyebrows. "That sounds so very much like you two." The smile on her face turned to something fond. She couldn't help but remember the rather impressive display during their final year. She'd have asked if there was a firework display, but he had already begun tugging her in the opposite direction.
"Oi, I hope you make maps. I'm going to be terribly confused for a long while." She followed him quite easily, letting him lead the way to the shops. "Oh you sweet thing." She said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. It was one of the things she had always liked about George - he was ever so slightly taller than she was. "I'd protest, but I'm pretty sure my purse is left in St. Mungos."