George put his arm around Angelina when he felt her lean her head on his shoulder. More human contact. Something he’d been trying to avoid for months, yet he really didn’t mind when it came from Angelina for some reason. Probably because it didn’t feel like it was out of pity, or forced in any way. It was just normal. Contact between two friends who needed it.
“Dee vee dees? Never heard of them before, but they sound interesting. I think I heard my dad talking about a telly before but I don’t really pay much attention. He loves muggle stuff, has a whole collection of it in his shed.”
Maybe he should look into getting one of these telly things and some dee vee dees. It would be something to do when once again he couldn’t sleep. Maybe one of the stories they tell would be funny, or maybe there’d be one to scare him stupid. He preferred this conversation. There was no chance of it bringing up bad memories, and there was no danger of letting something slip about what had really happened in the last four months. Plus, he already new a few things about muggle things and anything new that was learnt could be told to his dad.