-"Hey, don't worry about it." said Fred, awkwardly patting George's forearm. The latter continued to bite his nails.
-"I'm not, I just.... I hate her being, well, I dunno. Sad."
-"Hey. It's okay. She's just going through some stuff, you know?"
-"Not really." said George, looking downtrodden.
-"Yeah, me either."
They walked in silence for a bit, noiseless but for the pitter-patter of each other's feet.
-"Hey, do you... Can you hear that?" said George.
-"What?"
-"Sssssshhhhhh! There! Sobbing, I reckon!"
-"Sobbing? Should we go investigate?"
George smiled for the first time that evening.
-"Who knows? It might be a pretty guuuuuuurl?"
Fred sniggered.
-"My hair look good?"
-"As always."
-"How could it not, honestly?"
They put on worried faces and shuffled round the corner to the hospital wing. There, crouched down on herself, was, sure enough, a pretty-looking girl. He winked at Fred, and marched over.
-"Hey, beautiful, you alright?"
Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed quietly. George started.
-"...Ivy?!"
-"Oh George... I'm sorry!"
