"I'm a girl."

What. The. Fuck.

Thomas had thought there had been a quidditch accident. George might have been able to talk her way out of this but then her stupid tongue had blurted out the secret without her assent! The Ravenclaw knew then she would be no good in any sort of interrogation, just as she knew that her life was over and her best friend would tell everyone and her father would disown her and she would die a pauper in a London gutter.

George buried her face in her hands, still clutching her shirt.