Daughter of Dog, Nephew of Snake. This was them; awkward pull-away moments that always left each other with so many unanswered questions. This would be them until something, or someone, forced them to stay in a moment that mattered for once. Fortunately that something came in the form of two redheads with a too much time on their hands. ... "Come on George! We have got to get them together." "I know. What a pain 'tis to be the only people in this place with brains and a sense of mischief!" "Oh woe is us. Once again, we must form the Weasley Matchmaking service."