Oh, billiwigs, that explained why Angelina was acting in the way she was. “No, I haven’t been lucky enough to get bitten by one.” It was a shame that they hadn’t been let lose in the common room, a sting from one would certainly make him feel a lot better and let him relax a bit. At the moment he was feeling uncomfortable being this close to Angelina, which was stupid really.
“Didn’t want to bother Pomfrey, so I didn’t bother going down to the hospital wing to get any potions. She’d have only kept me locked up on my own, and the beds are so uncomfortable down there! Anyway, I’m okay. No need for potions.” George knew that she wasn’t having a go, so he wasn’t as defensive as he would have been otherwise, he just brushed it off as nothing to worry about because really, it wasn’t anything to worry about.
George froze, not sure what to think about the body contact that Angelina was giving him. There was a little voice in his head telling him to make the most of it while she was still happy before the effects of the sting wore off, but there was also another voice that was slightly louder that was telling him not to do anything.