George gripped his wand. Trying hard to keep his temper in. He wasn't going to give in to Bole. Not when he didn't have-
"Fred was never a dead weight." He couldn't help but sneer. So much for not giving in. He was fuming but he wasn't sure what to do next. His guard was up though- mainly because his guard was always up whenever he had dealt with Bole in the past.