“5am? He really hasn’t changed has he? That’s one thing I can honestly say I do not miss!” George had hated the early morning practices back when he was on the Gryffindor team, he was really not a morning person! He only really put up with them out of a love for Quidditch and because he did respect Oliver.
Pjs! Another thing he’d completely forgotten about! He’d have to make do with the t-shirt he was currently wearing and his boxers, and for some reason he found this embarrassing. Normally it wouldn’t bother him one bit. In fact, once he’d gone out with a group of friends and gotten completely plastered on Firewhiskey and they’d all passed out on his bed wearing much less! George could feel the blood rushing to his face and he knew that his cheeks and most likely his ears too had gone red.
He watched Angelina jump onto the bed when she came out of the bathroom. He smiled nervously when she assured him that there was enough room for both of them. Really, what was wrong with him tonight? “Close your eyes!” With that, George quickly removed his jumper and trousers and dived under the covers before Angelina had a change to have a peek -- not that he thought she would -- it was just that he felt really uncomfortable. The bed was really warm and cosy and George didn’t think that he’d have any trouble drifting off tonight, he just had to hope that he’d stay asleep.