Feeling the need to get out of the dorm for a bit, George had gone down into the common room and plonked himself on one of the puffy armchairs in front of the fire. Discovering that he still had his magic had been a huge relief after spending the past week waiting, and expecting it to slowly disappear, and now he didn’t have to worry about infecting anyone. Even though he was happy that he was starting to feel better, only having a slightly stuffy nose now, he still felt a bit down, and lonely. Miserable would probably be a better word to describe how he’d been feeling recently. The fight with Angelina kept running through his mind, and he honestly felt like an idiot for some of the things he’d said.
He looked up when he heard Angelina heading towards him and was confused when she pecked his cheek. The last time he’d seen her there had been shouting, and he’d honestly thought that she’d never speak to him again and now she was acting like nothing had ever happened. She looked far too happy. Something wasn’t right. What the hell was she on?
“I’m fine,” he said as he took his jumper, “are you okay though, you seem a little…” He didn’t finish his sentence as he wasn’t quite sure what to say. If he said ‘off’ or ‘weird’ or something along those lines, she might react badly and he really couldn’t deal with another argument today.