George had been walking around his new village, which he was starting to realize looked nothing like what he had intended for it to look like, and in fact looked like it was aging...backwards...somehow. But that didn't make much sense. Then again, neither was the whole idea that he was now responsible for an entire village full of people and everything what came with that.
He'd almost walked into the unknown girl when she asked who he was. Blinking for a moment, he got a good look at her -- she sort of looked like Angie, maybe she was a cousin or a sister? He couldn't remember if Angie had cousins or sisters at the moment as his brain was too full of the things he had to pick back up with this new place.
"Er... I'm George. George Weasley. Who are you?" Then he realized something. "Wait, who are you? You weren't here before. Did you just get here?"
Oh. So maybe when he'd accidentally sent back Harry, Jamie, Alsev, and Lilu, he'd brought in other random people. That would explain seeing some handwriting he didn't recognize on the journals. "Huh. Didn't even know I did that," he mumbled, thinking out loud.