No one could ever or would ever called George a romantic. But he wasn't a cynic either. He generally just didn't give it much thought. But if he had, he'd probably have said he believed in love. But that it was probably rare, and also that it was much easier to shag and then invent something brilliant.
George beamed and laughed. "We're brilliant." It'd been their finest moment, no question. And they loved telling the story. Usually with varying degrees of embellishment. But he was a little too drunk to manage any kind of adds on, today. Plus it didn't really need it. It was a good story.
"I dunno mate, you lot made the map. And did loads of other stuff. We heard about some of it, when we dug through Filch's desk to look at his notes." Well technically READ about it. But same difference. He laughed. "Reliving? You want a free basket of products, so you can go run some pranks?" he offered.