George nearly jumped at the sound of shattered glass. He automatically went on edge his hand going to his wand- it was a hang up from last year. However, while a part of him was telling him to go and get help he largely ignored that part. So he followed his instinct and went closer to the window to inspect it.
He couldn't see anyone out there but he bit his lip, "Who's there?" He questioned and immediately he was rather startled at the gruffness of his voice. He hadn't really used it much recently.