Angelina jumped slightly when George touched her. She wasn't used to being consoled right after losing someone, but that wasn't what was scaring her. Ang was beginning to lose control of what she was thinking, and she was scared she'd lose control of her actions. Grief did funny things to people, and Angelina knew that all too well. Many friends had been torn apart due to grief, marriages split, and much worse. Angelina had watched her own two parents, who had been the annoying old couple still freshly in love, fall apart. When her brother died they began fighting, not watching what they said to each other, and it slowly led to divorce.
Turning towards George, Angelina put her hands on his face. "You're so much like him, George," Ang said in a soft voice. Silent tears fell down her face as Ang happily remembered so many memories. Her heart was beating like crazy, and for the first time in hours Angelina forgot about McGonagall and all the pain she'd felt over Fred. At the moment, Angelina felt comforted. A smile crossed her face while tears still occasionally fell.
Her face was hardly an inch from his, and Angelina could smell him clearly. He smelt fresh, while she was sure she smelt of fear and despair. Closing her eyes, Angelina let her face fall forwards so her forehead touched his. Grief had a funny way of bringing people together as much as it drove them apart.