That was something that he didn't regret, giving up Quidditch practice with Wood. The other thing was his ruddy speeches. Deal Merlin if he never had to hear another Wood speech again he could die happy. They were some of the longest winded nonsense he ever heard but he generally told him that he did a good job. Nothing like lying to shut him up.
They were mates it didn't mean he wanted a lecture everyday. George was pleasantly surprised when two hands covered his eyes.
"Um let's see you don't smell like baked goods and guilt so it's not my mum," he pretended to really be thinking, "I don't smell broom polish so it's not Oliver", than he thought for a second and he sighed, "I want to say it's one of my better looking mates." Keeping his eyes closed her spun around in her hands, "Ello Ang" Opening his eyes he confirmed who it was. "Alrighty," he dug through his box of journals and found one with stripes that he thought was very Ang. "Here you go lovely," George's brow bounced eagerly.