George smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew that Angelina was a fighter and that had always been a good trait to have, but at the same time it made him uneasy and he wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps it was better to ignore those feelings of unease and focus his mind on something else, and go back to how he used to be, with no cares in the world and being able to make a joke out of everything without worrying about every little thing and what could go wrong. Life was too short to worry about the what ifs.
“Okay. No thinking about this stupid virus. Let’s think of nice things like Pygmy Puffs, Halloween sweets and Quidditch, or even better, not think of anything at all.”
He took another sip from his glass of wine, larger this time, and placed his free arm around Angelina, enjoying the contact more than ever.