And my eyes are closed
And I'm way too tired...
On the sofa, where we lay
I wanna stay inside all day
And it's cold outside, again
- Sofa, Ed Sheeran
George and Angelina lay across Angelina's bed. Her bed was a bit of a mess; her pyjamas, a few chocolate wrappers and a fluffy pillow lay underneath the two. Presently, their chins were propped up against the window sill. The window was slightly open, and the pair could see the darkening sky outside. Their vision was slightly impaired by the bars, supposedly there to protect those inside the room in the event of an attack.
It was cold outside, but each was warmed by the touch of the other.
"Look, a plane." Angelina pointed at the plane flying in the distance.
George watched the blinking light make its progession across the sky.
"Don't tell my dad." he quipped.
Angelina snorted softly. She'd heard quite a few of Fred and George's stories over the years over their slightly eccentric father, and she'd seen Mr. Weasley's reaction to the mention of anything remotely Muggle over the past few weeks.
The two lay in comfortable silence for the next few minutes.
"Another plane." George said softly.
"They fly past every five minutes or so."
"If only we could fly away."
"I like it here," Angelina muttered, a little sleepily, shifting closer to George.
They watched the planes fly by several more times before Angelina spoke again.
"Aren't you ever scared?"
"By what?" George asked.
"Don't ignore the question."
"Of course I've been scared. Plenty of times."
Angelina gently traced the spot where George's ear had been.
"Did it hurt?"
"I don't really remember, to be honest. We were flying, and then all of a sudden, there were a few seconds of pain, and then nothing. I passed out pretty soon after the curse hit me, according to Prof- Remus."
Angelina giggled. "It's weird to start calling your teachers by their first name, isn't it?"
"Yeah it is." George's face grew solemn. "Harry could've known him as Remus."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, his mum and dad were good friends with Remus. Sirius Black, too."
Angelina didn't bat an eyelash. She had discovered a lot of things in the past few weeks. To her credit, she believed what she had been told. It wasn't blind belief; she trusted the Order, and there had been quite a few gaping holes in what the Prophet had reported in regard to the events of the last few years.
The two grew quiet once again, and drifted off into slumber, unencumbered by the war raging around them.