AN: Here you go! Next installment! Thanks for all the reviews!

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George

He needed to think fast. She had already picked up her overcoat and was putting it on. He knew that muggles used small electronic devices to communicate with each other. What had his dad called them? Moguls? Marbles? Mobiles? Bloody hell… why hadn't he paid more attention to whatever useless information his dad would try to share with the family at dinner about the muggle world?

He shook his head in an attempt to completely clear it. He didn't have time for this. Nor did he even have a small electronic communication device of his own. After all, wizards and electronics didn't really mix too well with one another anyway. Their magic tended to just short out the device.

Think George, think!

Taking a deep breath, he did the only thing he could think of: he quickly put on his boots and put on his own winter coat. She halted her footsteps and eyed him warily. "What are you doing? Going to work?"

What was he doing?

He wasn't quite sure of the best way to answer her question. A little over twelve hours ago he'd almost gotten her hit by a bus, but now he didn't want her out of his sight. Better yet he needed to know how to locate her or talk to her should he need to. He couldn't just rely on her to randomly show up in order to figure out how to help Fred. Maybe she had a fireplace at her apartment that he could connect to the floo network. He didn't want her thinking he was stalking her after he accused her of doing the same last night.

"It would be quite ungentlemanly of me not to walk you home. I'm not sure if you recall, but you were already mugged once."

Smooth.

AN: Did you think George was as smooth as he thinks he is? I don't think he's very convincing.