It was a literal running-into, actually. Since a sturdy, redheaded, male frame collided with Narcissa's willowy form. While apparently staring back over his shoulder as he ran.
He blinked when he realized, reaching out automatically to try to steady her, and then realized just who it was, dropping his hands away. George frowned. Great. One hag for another. Admittedly this one was much prettier. But then, considering the competition, that wasn't saying much.
"Sorry," George muttered half heartedly. He winced at a familiar voice calling his name. Ugh. What he'd done to make himself into hag-bait, he had no idea. But it was getting excessive. It was, somehow, Fred's fault. He was sure of it.
As the hag's blocky, wrinkled face came into view in pursuit, George considered his options, and then did what anyone would do.
He hid behind Narcissa. Malfoy or not, she was a good enough shield.