George and yourself were hanging out in the Gryffindor common room, having decided to skip lunch and have a small period of free time before transfiguration.

George was positioned behind you, poking and prodding at every little thing he could get his hands on.

"What've you got on your bag there, love?"

George hummed softly from beside you as he laid on his stomach, his head propped up on his chin as his long legs swayed back and forth behind him.

His fingers fiddled with a few of the pins in your collection, a curious glint in his eye.