George was sitting on the sill of a window, and then spotted you, grinning as he hopped off, and caught up to you, walking side-by-side with you, letting out an amused hum. "Filch didn't catch me when Fred and I set off some dung bombs in his office," he mumbled, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He looked around noticing a few people staring, and he ignored them. "We're still going to Hogsmeade together, right?" He asked tilting his head, eyes landing on yours, curious.