Thomas pursed his lips. It seemed the only person who had options was himself. He could release the secret to the gossip hounds of Hogwarts, or he could pretend as if he still didn't know. Neither option seemed particularly enticing, for either of them, but the latter was the safest for George. Despite the betrayal he felt, he didn't have it in him to be the cause of her ruin. Nobody deserved that.

Fuck.

"What are you--?" He started to question, but he shook his head, choosing his words wisely for once. "What are we going to do now?" There wasn't even a hint of malice in his voice. If George had been Jemima or the list of persons he disliked, he might have held it over their heads, but, girl or not, he she was still his best friend.