Fred/Helena and whoever else is good people!
Once outside, Helena took a few deep breaths, her chest felt like it was constricting too tightly to allow any of the air in. She sighed and leaned against the wall of the building behind her, resting there for a minute. She couldn't stay out there long, Fred would start to worry and come looking for her, and she really didn't want him to think that there was something wrong. She wanted everything to be normal. She just had to push aside all thoughts of what everyone was saying about them from her mind.
It didn't help that she still had his jacket on, a few sizes to big on her tiny frame. Sliding her arms through the sleeves and zippering it up to her chin, Helena wrapped her arms around herself and breathed in deep. The jacket smelled like him, and for some reason, that calmed her frayed nerves enough to go back inside.
"He is right you know, George. Fred has been nothing but polite and proper. Around me at least." She raised a brow and smiled, but didn't sit back down. She stood slightly off to the side of Fred, arms still circled around herself.