George wandered down the corridor towards Angelina’s room, hoping that spending time with her would help him to stop feeling sorry for himself. This quarantine was a disaster, and he was angry with the Ministry for locking everyone up in the castle together along with two infected people. Now everyone stuck inside would be likely to catch this virus and lose their magic. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes would go out of business if he lost his magic, possibly even before that happened, and then what would he do? The shop was one of the only things to keep him going since it had happened and opening a joke shop had always been one of his biggest dreams, how disappointing to think that his dream could be over already. It certainly didn’t help that Verity was also stuck here, not that George blamed her at all, in fact he was rather proud that she’d used one of her passes to sneak into one of the anti-balls.
He entered the room, trying not to look how he felt, utterly defeated and walked over to Angelina, deciding to attempt to forget about everything and spend a lovely evening with her.