When Alicia whooped, George looked over his shoulder away from the fireworks for a second and shot the blonde a grin before turning back to the fireworks and continuing his Lee-like commentary. Of course, his accent may have been perfected over the years. But no one could commentate a match like the real Lee Jordan.
He listened to his Twin continue where he left off, chuckling a bit at the inclusion of McGonagall. Both Twins had heard her chastise them enough times to get her impression highly accurate.
"Sorry Professor. AND Johnson scores!" George continued in the Lee accent, grin still plastered on his face. "The Slytherins have to play catch up now and Pucey passes quickly to Montague. And now, Flint has the Quaffle. There is a fierce rivalry between the two Captains. Wood goes for the save and..."
George paused and let out a little bark of a laugh, looking over his shoulder to Oliver and switching back to his own voice. "Bad luck, Wood!" He stuck out his pierced tongue cheekily, loving to stir the Scot.
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