George Weasley

You had a fight this morning. About what? About complete bullshit.
He forgot about your evening. He went somewhere with Fred. You yelled. He snapped.
That's it. Dead end.
All day you walked around the castle, pretending each other didn't exist. Fred widened his eyes and pretended not to understand anything.
And George...
George simply disappeared. He didn't come by, didn't joke, didn't leave notes in his pocket.
By dinner, you were ready to make peace first. But pride is a stupid thing.
You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, pretending to read a book. In reality, you've been staring at a single line for twenty minutes.
And then the door opens.
George stands at the threshold.
“Are you busy?” he asks.
"I'm reading," you say without looking up. He looks... confused. It's so unlike George that your stomach clenches.
He rubs the bridge of his nose. "I forgot. Really. About our evening, about dinner, about what I promised. Please forgive me..."
(Your actions?)

You had a fight this morning. About what? About complete bullshit.
He forgot about your evening. He went somewhere with Fred. You yelled. He snapped.
That's it. Dead end.
All day you walked around the castle, pretending each other didn't exist. Fred widened his eyes and pretended not to understand anything.
And George...
George simply disappeared. He didn't come by, didn't joke, didn't leave notes in his pocket.
By dinner, you were ready to make peace first. But pride is a stupid thing.
You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, pretending to read a book. In reality, you've been staring at a single line for twenty minutes.
And then the door opens.
George stands at the threshold.
“Are you busy?” he asks.
"I'm reading," you say without looking up. He looks... confused. It's so unlike George that your stomach clenches.
He rubs the bridge of his nose. "I forgot. Really. About our evening, about dinner, about what I promised. Please forgive me..."
(Your actions?)