George wondered if there was a point where things simply stopped being surprising and started being relatively normal, because right now he was both flabbergasted and yet oddly underwhelmed at the same time. Naledi White, one of the top aurors at the Ministry, had essentially admitted her real name, her Order membership, the fact that she was a metamorphmagus, and quite possibly the main reason she was an auror in the first place. And yet, as shocking as this information was, when compared to the information he had gathered at the cafe and in the alleyway, it made perfect sense. And so, hoping he wasn't mental, he took it in a strange sort of stride, more focused on the idea of having a twin brother somewhere than his life being in any sort of danger thanks to this woman's admission.
"That explains a lot," George remarked, his expression surprised but not exaggeratedly so. "So that, your Order membership, is how you know my - my - " He swallowed hard and looked away, turning his gaze onto a random table. "I - " His eyes flickered back to her before reverting back to the table. "Have you, uh, met my - my - how do you - " Argh, why was it suddenly so hard to talk?
Pulling his hands out of his pocket and into his hair, he pulled at it in impatience before they flopped back down to his side and he began to pace anxiously. "So - so, you know - Merlin, you know them? Shit, shit, shit shit shit shit shit - "