A/N: Hey all, I'm glad I could get another post out so soon. I had intended to post a much lighter one, especially about this character, however this plot bunny would not leave me alone so here it is! Hope you all enjoy!
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He locks the door and puts away his wand in the manner of one used to a routine. He always hated routines.
He walks briskly towards his first destination, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shaking himself back to awareness, unable to work up the motivation to perform a spell to keep out the cold.
He picks up his order in total silence, ignoring the sympathetic look he gets. As he leaves he closes the door harder than he intended, because he can picture that same look on all of their faces.
He shakes himself again, because he knows the look isn't just sympathetic, its understanding; and he doesn't want to think about that right now because it makes him feel guilty and he doesn't deserve that, he reasons.
He 'pops' into his final destination and walks more slowly this time. The cold doesn't matter; he actually likes it right now. Usually someone would be close to him, keeping him warm, and sometimes he's happy to have that but today it's just too much and it hurts.
He stops because he knows they've been there. He knows they'll be upset he didn't go with them, but he'll go with them tomorrow, because he knows they'll come again just for him.
He waits. For a lifetime he stands there, not thinking, not remembering because it all hurts so much…
He laughs. Because he realises what a self-pitying git he's being, and his brother would be giving him the worst ribbing of his life for it right now.
He smiles. Because his brother is still making him laugh. Still reminding him that he's loved. Still fuelling his passion for what he wants to do in life. Because his brother is still here.
He finds his voice after a few more moments of silence when his laughter and his tears have stopped. '…love you, Fred.'
He drops the joke flowers he bought in front of the tombstone, he knows that anyone who tries to admire them will get squirted with stinking green liquid and allows himself to smile at that.
He walks away without looking back. Tomorrow he'll come again and reminisce, tonight he knows his brother is watching him. Probably laughing at the flowers and calling him a holy git, too.
His brother still makes him smile.
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A/N: Bit of a sad one again I know, but I've had this idea in my head for a while and it wanted to be written tonight! For anyone who couldn't guess (I can't imagine that anyone couldn't) it was George. I will post a much lighter, probably Weasleys Wizard Weezes related chapter about him soon.
As always love to my reviewers, and if anyone wants to see a certain person/plot drop me a line, if anyone who's made a request already thinks I'm not getting on with it fast enough just drop me a line and give me a cyber poke and I promise I'll try harder! XD