George only knew what he'd grown up hearing. Gryfindor was the house of Harry Potter, the now greatest wizard of all time. It was highly unlikely Sadie would know who he was. A lot of the muggle borns wouldn't know. Slytherin, on the other hand, was a house of blood-pride. All Purebloods desired to go there, well, most.
"They're the favourites. My mum says Gryfindor is for the brave and the strong, and that Slytherin is for the powerful and determined." It was hardly like he could say racist and evil. "Most people like to think they're brave or powerful." His stomach tossed and turned at the thought. He glanced down at his cards and placed down an eight of hearts. Two blonde haired females danced around the picture, blowing kisses his way. Had he been older, George would have made a remark about feeling too much like his 'late' father.

"I guess you'll get used to all the stuff in this world. My brother tells me that Hogwarts is far better than you can imagine. Seeing the castle for the first time is brilliant." He smiled. He pulled out another sweet and chewed timidly. Tangy, filled with juices.. George refused to swallow for a moment. It tasted soapy. He eventually swallowed and looked back at Sadie. "What did your parents say when you first got your letter?" He can't imagine what life must be like for a muggleborn to recieve a letter. To read about magic and then to finally find out they're magic too. It was a moment he'd never experience.