George smirked and finished the drink in his hand. "I'll have you know little sis' that I was having a grand old time until that particular bridesmaid was called away. A pity those flowers had to be rearranged." he responded, amusement in his voice. "I figure if I have to marry, might as well have a bit of fun before I sign my life away. You should do the same."
Nudging her foot with his under the table, he nodded his head toward where Harry and Daphne sit. "I know you probably don't want to hear it, Gin, and it's the pot calling the kettle black, but perhaps this will be good for you. You never know what's around the corner, maybe this is opening up a bigger and better door for you." He wasn't sure how far this was going to go with her, particularly when he'd been just as stubborn toward change after Fred's death, but it was his job to try and he had to finish his own sentences now.
"Come on," he added, standing up and holding out a hand for her. "Let's go be the good friends and congratulate them. We can't very well let her hog all of Harry's time, right?"