"Fine." If he weren't such a mess, she would have apparated with him. As it was, she wasn't sure what effect it might have on his already impaired brain function. George Weasley probably couldn't afford to lose any more brain cells after his upbringing. "My house it is." She wondered absently what Astoria would think of her bringing home a half dead Weasley brother. She'd worry about that later.
It took a decent amount of time to get there, with George's jacket awkwardly pressed against his head with the hand that was clinging to George's arm. Daphne was exhausted, but she had spent the majority of the walk assuring George that they were almost there.
She released him to lean against the wall of her house as she unlocked the door, casting a brief spell to protect her floor from whatever might be oozing out of him before ushering him in (well, he wasn't dying). "Get inside."