At last, George saw Ron ahead on the path he was walking. Finally!
"Ron!" He said, bounding up to him on his long legs.
Ron turned around, startled, and looking very placid and satisfied with himself. He smiled crookedly as George approached.
"You look rather pleased with yourself." George said.
Ron gave him a fleeting evil look, then it disappeared.
"Did you…do what I asked you to?" Ron asked awkwardly.
George nodded happily. "Yeah, I did."
Ron sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Good."
"Oh yeah." George said, suddenly remembering what he'd seen (he'd walked past a clearing in which he'd seen a large canary wrapped in Hermione's arms. Well, at least he knew the canary cream had worked). "Do you know that Hermione is in love with Neville?" He asked skeptically. "Who is, at the moment, a giant canary?"
Ron's eyes lit up, and he laughed aloud, putting a hand to his mouth. "Really?!"
George nodded, looking at his brother skeptically, rather confused. He had just opened his mouth to say something when Ron put a hand on his arm, silencing him as heavy footfalls approached through the trees. Ron gestured to the tree branches up above them, and George followed him up the tree.
They had just settled in the branches when a frustrated Alex and a desperate-looking Fred entered the clearing below them. They were fighting, as always.
Ron turned to George in the tree. "Where's Pyper at? I thought you were fixing this…"
At the same time, George spoke up. "What the hell happened to Alex? I thought I took care of this…"
Ron looked at George in horror. "What. Did. You. Do?"
"I put the potion on Oliver's eyes! Just like you asked!"
They had no choice but to watch the scene unfolding below, and wonder what was happening elsewhere in the forest, which was possibly much, much worse.