Angelina easily pulled her legs up, and rested the side of her body on George's. When she had been a student at Hogwarts, friends and body contact hadn't been hard to find. Now it was difficult. Ang couldn't run around cuddling with students, and it wasn't as though she was close with any of the staff. Although Angelina had made friends with a great many of the students, she really had no one to turn to here. No one to comfort her when she was scared, but she tried to ignore that.
Smiling at George, she shook her head. "No, I don't nor have I." Ang let George touch her forehead, but quickly pulled it away. "If my forehead is hot, it's because you're making me nervous. Don't be so concerned for me, Weasley. I've always been a fighter, I'm not scared." Although she was half serious, there was a playful smile on her face. Ang knew George would never admit it, he was more like his mother than he knew. Placing a hand on George's leg, Angelina smiled again at him. "Let's not think about the virus tonight, okay?"