"I'm the one who brought up the meeting, so don't apologize."
She grabbed her knife and fork to cut up her spaghetti before eating it (yes, she was one of those) and chuckled at the thought of the night out.
"It was pretty much par for the course. We drank to the gills, talked about quidditch, alcohol, men, and the appeal of lesbianism - of course related to the men bit," she added with a wink. She didn't know if George knew about Katie, and didn't want to spill the beans if he didn't. It wasn't her secret to tell, after all.
"Katie was nice enough to stay at mine overnight in case I dreamed again, but thankfully I didn't. I offered her a free massage as 'payment' for my utter lack of skills in the kitchen."