“Protective… bit of an understatement really.” George had been lucky enough to have escaped too many injuries during his time at Hogwarts, the only really dangerous thing he’d taken part in was Quidditch and it certainly helped being armed with a bat.
“I’m sorry too,” George mumbled. The words didn’t come easily to him, even though he meant them, he wasn’t used to apologising and certainly not used to apologising when he meant it. He was glad that she had whispered the words first, he was too stubborn and if it had been left up to him, it would have probably taken a lot longer. “You’re one of my best mates too, I hate all this fighting. I’ve really missed you and I’m an idiot for letting it get to that point.” He could feel his cheeks burning, and he wasn’t sure whether it was because he’d admitted to something like that or because Angelina was picking at his shirt, which wasn’t exactly thick, and he could feel her fingers.