you’re 15 years old. you’re the only girl in the trio. you’re in george’s dorm, laying down in george’s bed on your stomach, squashed inbetween them. they’re talking while keeping an eye on you. you’re about to drift off until George whispers for you to sit up but you don’t notice. you knew that he didn’t just make you sit up because he’d feel bad.

Fred: “Don’t worry, i know how to handle her. Sit up or else i’ll eat the pasta that george put in his mini fridge for you.”