As George placed his arm around her, Angelina's head instinctively found his shoulder. Lately Ang had been seeing a side of George she'd never seen before. He was constantly worrying and much more caring than she'd ever expected. A while back she'd told George he was so much like Fred, but her answer would have been quite different now. While they may look identical, the past year had changed George. It wasn't anything anyone wouldn't expect, but sometimes it happened to worry Angelina.
Lifting her eyes to find George's face, Ang rested her chin on his shoulder. "That reminds me. I have a request, Mr. Weasley, of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. How difficult would it be to offer a line of baby blue Pygmy Puffs. And not just any baby blue, but Appleby Blue. You've already got purple and pink, I reckon you should offer a colour for girls who aren't so girly, y'know? Besides, Appleby can use all the good luck and fan base then can gather." Ang's voice dropped a bit when she spoke of Appleby. She loved her team with her whole heart, and she would be forever loyal to Appleby, but they were struggling. It had been a long time since they came close to a cup, and the fans were slowly falling away, year after year.