He may have had a bed reserved in St Mungo's, alongside the rest of his team, yet he had previously doubted anyone there would have a clue what on earth was wrong with his arm. Raising an eyebrow, he stared bewildered at Caroline. How could one person be so interested in something like this? He watched her for a moment, observing the almost giddy nature of the women before him. There was relief in knowing what was wrong, but more in knowing whatever it was could be fixed. The last thing anyone needed was an arm down during these months. 

The more Quinn talked, the more disgusted George appeared to be. It was uncomfortable to think that, had he ignored it, by the weekend he'd be a tree, perhaps no longer living. Yet, he continued to watch, still baffled by her interest in the spell's purpose. He's been clever enough to raise an arm, although had his concentration not been on another, this whole ordeal could have been avoided. It had damped his ego somewhat, especially having to prove his slight incompetence to another member of the faculty. He enjoyed the respect he was given, whether it was actually people's fear or simply caused by his intimidating nature, he wasn't entirely sure. Then again, it could have been neither. 

George continued to watch Caroline although her knowledge in where the spell had come from and it's histories, and it's uses, and the overall effects had struck George was boring. He'd taken Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, even forced himself through two final years of Potions but regardless, he found her lecture, if you will, to be a tad boring. Quietly, he stifled a yawn. He watched as the remainder of the mark disappeared, allowing him to return his arm to his side once more. It was odd to think someone had practically set out to try and kill him; of course it came with the job yet the prospect was a little concerning. It wasn't often that an Unforgivable passed his way, although the whole office had been given extra training towards them. They were a much higher risk now..

He handed the parchment over, soon raising an eyebrow himself at Quinn's sudden amusement. George couldn't quite tell if he was insulted or annoyed. He blinked a few times and scoffed. She wasn't being serious? Regardless, she seemed to carry on. It was almost a joke! George stood still, his arms folded in an attempt at preventing any impulsive desire to punch the nose in front of him. She may have known more wacky spells than him but he was still certain his fists were a lot stronger than her own.

Her change of topic, however, intrigued him. He rose an interested eyebrow and leant casually against the wall. If she had any sense- No, there it was! The ego boost. He smirked and twisted his wand between his fingers, entertaining himself silently. She was right though, the Ministry wasn't in its usual cheer. He was aware leaflets were in the print this afternoon, all to the sent out by tomorrow morning. The Ministry was certainly going to get darker and drearier as the months went on. The sooner they finished all this- the better. 

He turned his eyes to the floor as she carried on speaking, allowing himself to watch the odd witch or wizard who chose to hurry down the hall, lacking the usual smiles most people bore. The change in tone again caught his attention. Again, he felt insulted, threatened and perhaps even humiliated. 

"Miss Quinn-" He took the opportunity to emphasise the title of the women before him. "-Do you not think we have extra work ourselves? Whilst you're in there dealing with home-brews and awful spells everyone stopped using, some of us are rushing around catching Snatchers and tracking down the sudden increase in werewolf cases." He sighed and forced down large inhalation of air. "However, if I feel this lot can't save their own skin when it comes to simple protective magic, I'll be out the door by 5:15." George gave a loud sigh and rolled his shoulders.

"Just make sure everyone is prepared. It doesn't take much to perform this spells but you'd be surprised just how many of them find it difficult." George stuffed his wand back into his pocket and sighed. "I suggest a briefing wouldn't go amiss. Although keeping it solely within the department is a good idea." He sighed once more and opened the door back to Quinn's office. "I'd rather this not be a waste of my time. This sort of thing tends to be if people aren't prepared." He pulled the door closed again and sighed. "Do you not think perhaps more specific spells should be mentioned? I've already had four reports this week of things I'd rather others didn't know." 

Previously during the week, there had been several reports of Giant sightings in the peaks in Scotland, as well as several inferi reports. Luckily George hadn't been involved during those investigations but with the increase of random Dementor sightings, George couldn't help but feel at unease himself. He'd turned down far too many reports that involved a Dementor.