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prankstrinchief (prankstrinchief) wrote in pandorarpg,

He almost thought that she seemed reluctant to talk to him, but it passed in a moment. She looked really good, and it seemed so much longer than it really had been since he'd last seen her. They'd both been in worse shape than they were now, no doubt, and George was glad he wasn't the only one who had seemed to recover a good bit.

Seeing her didn't bring back nearly as many memories of Fred as it did for her, but then again, seeing his family and living at the shop meant he was constantly bombarded with it, so he'd probably gotten used to it more than she had. "You look good too, Ang, I hear you're kickin' some arse on the Holyheads. I meant to make the last game, sorry I missed it, stuff came up at work." That was a lame excuse, he'd changed his mind at the last moment about being out in the crowd. Some days were harder than others, and Quidditch was something he'd not spent much time on since Fred died. "I'll make the next one though." He glanced over her shoulder at the girls waiting for her, and waved. He knew them well enough.