"I don't think before I say stupid shit. I thought it was funny. Apparently that writer person thought it would be profitable. I forget that people think we're interesting just because we play Quidditch."
Ang smirked. "Maybe we don't tell George right away. Your brother needs a little more... excitement in his life. We can see how long it takes him to figure it out, or until he starts seeming more stressy than usual. If he starts acting like Percy, we obviously have to tell him." She chewed very thoughtfully. "So, by fuck with them, you mean we should perpetuate the lie, right? Because I think you should definitely bring a change of clothes whenever we go out in public and when you go on restroom breaks, you can REALLY change shirts and apparate a short distance away so that I can snog 'George' and then rush back to my seat before you're back from the loo. And I can play innocent. Because I'm good at that. If you start asking questions, I'll do the whole defensive 'I won't even dignify that with a response!' thing and get huffy and storm out... and meet you/george down the block. It would be EPIC."