George knew he’d come to the right place when Angelina came flying at him, knocking the breath out of him momentarily. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. “Of course I came, silly. I said I would.”
He knew as soon as he saw her that he’d made the right decision in coming to Hogwarts even though it would be hard and he was likely to have even worse nightmares after coming back to the place where it had all happened. Maybe if he avoided the Great Hall, Gryffindor Tower and the corridor from which he and Fred had made their grand exit a few years before, he would be okay. His friend was bound to be hurting and he wanted to be able to help in any way possible.
“How are you really feeling, Ang?” George asked. “And don’t bother lying, I’ll know if you are.”