Charlie Weasley gave a chuckle and turned to his brother as they turned the corner. “ I need you to do me a favor,” Charlie said as they walked down corridor after corridor. “You want Fred and I to take out Snape with a few Wizard Crackers? I swear Charlie, we can make it look like an accident— I’ve been thinking just load his cauldron when he isn’t paying attention...“
“No,” Charlie laughed, “But thanks for the offer. Rather it’s Qudditch related.”

“You’ve survived Quaffles, Beaters, and broomsticks to the head and a few close runs with the Slytherins, why can’t you just pull yourself together now? I mean, you were always able to pull yourself together for
Charlie, Wood or, for the team, but can you do that now? For a Weasley? For your Weasley? Could you do that much?” .

George didn’t know what reaction he wanted to portray first, the utmost joy or the fear both running through his veins at the sight of his sister alive.
“So you’re not doing the Bat Boggy Hex anymore? I am the first to admit that I think you’re truly robbing the Death Eaters of a rewarding life experience,” George started, “Now if you would only be kind enough to let us down now dear sister...”