“Oliver will be fine.” George said, more confidently than he felt. “You know what he’s like. He’ll turn up eventually.” He made a mental note to search the castle later to see if he could find out where Oliver was.
He saw a tear drop down Angelina’s face and he was surprised at how much it hurt him. He hated seeing her upset and the powerless feeling that came with it, he wished that he could make everything okay but he also knew that that was never going to happen. Stupid Bole. Stupid Death Eaters. Stupid virus. What everyone needed right now was a bit of fun. George debated whether to tell Angelina the plans he had for Bole if he ended up coming across him in the castle but decided against it.
“If he doesn’t turn up in the next day or two, I’ll go looking for him and when I find him I’ll bring him back here.”