Rubbing the back of his neck, he shook his head and took a swig of his drink. He hadn't actually seen much of George since the battle himself and he felt bad about it. Him and the twins had been like that trio from the Muggle book 'The Threemusketers'.
"Not yet, but I would love to. I am sure it is, wish I could help him out." He gave a soft smile. "But Dad was quick to pull strings as soon as he could to get me the job at with the Wireless. So that kinda squashed any chance..."