George smiled as his sister stuck her head through the open window. “You’re just in time. Then. The stew is just about finished,” he informed her. He made the finishing touches while Gus went to splash her face.
As she set out the bowls, George placed the cauldron of stew in the middle of the table. ”It was a long one. And another ghost cat has followed me home,” he said, indicating the ghostly feline lounging with their mother.
Noticing the blood, he gasped a little as he grabbed a cloth. ”You’re b-b-bleeding. Did a bludger hit you?” He had already worried about Gus’s safety before that Quidditch game where a bludger had killed a woman. He knew Gus was well equipped to deal with it but worrying was what he did.
As she set out the bowls, George placed the cauldron of stew in the middle of the table. ”It was a long one. And another ghost cat has followed me home,” he said, indicating the ghostly feline lounging with their mother.
Noticing the blood, he gasped a little as he grabbed a cloth. ”You’re b-b-bleeding. Did a bludger hit you?” He had already worried about Gus’s safety before that Quidditch game where a bludger had killed a woman. He knew Gus was well equipped to deal with it but worrying was what he did.