George very nearly fell right over at his apparently miraculous aim. He was too busy laughing his ass off to worry about silly little bits of paper in his lungs or to worry about basically anything. The twins were reunited and life was as it should be. Nothing but joy and laughter.
Coughing a bit now between laughing, he let the last of his things fall to the floor with various clatters, chiming, and banging.
"Couldn't have been that bad," he said as he embraced Fred, hugging him tight, "because the building is still standing."