George nodded. "While I agree, he was only one of many, he's the one everyone knows about. Especially those who weren't involved, I doubt they heard many if any other names mentioned. I'm just saying, as a world issue, the blow may be bigger than we now realize. But like I said, I think given the people we do have with us still, we stand a decent if not excelent chance at figuring this out and beating it. We're just going to need a few new heroes I guess." It was a strange thing to think about really, and the fact that in the seven years that Harry was at school, Voldemort couldn't kill him, no matter how hard and how many times he tried, and then someone just walks up and ends his life, it was a sobering and terrifying thought in the least.
"You're right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up, it's a bad dinner conversation. How was your night out with the girls after the meeting? Angie said you were all going for drinks or something?" That seemed like a safe conversation. In his experience, girls generally liked talking about their nights out and spending time with other girlfriends. It seemed like a good direction to shoot in.