“Yeah. Our little secret.” George found the idea of this being a secret strangely exciting, almost like it was forbidden and he’d already begun thinking about all the different secret hiding places in the castle that he’d not been able to use since he’d left school. Of course if they did do anything, they’d have to be extra careful because of course, Angelina was now a member of staff and had to set a good example for the students, or some rubbish like that. He was beginning to regret having given Harry the Marauders Map all those years ago, it could really come in handy right now.
“Course I’m sure,” he replied. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” He rarely said anything he didn’t mean when it came to important stuff.
He tried to ignore the voice in the back of his head that was continuously saying the word ‘Fred’, reasoning with himself that he was dead now so he shouldn’t care. It made him feel awful though, but this would make him happy and really, who would deny him the right to be happy?