"Nothing says devastation and emotional shattering than naked, Kates," George told her solemly. He grinned though, shoving the papers beneath the counter and then tucking his wand away.
George had been working hard lately. With the new shop getting ready, and some new products, and the upheaval in the world in general - his time was pretty bloody booked. George was a workaholic, but only because work was fun to him, and thus the twins were usually almost always "on the clock" so to speak. Anything and everything sparked ideas. But he'd been working on things more serious than usual lately.
Plus he'd been complaining. That took up loads of time. "Miss me that much? You can make it up to me by buying me drinks and then pouring me into bed. Yours if you want." George flirted ceaselessly with all of his old teammates, but never actually expected to get anywhere. It was just part of him.