A Proper Goodbye.
It had only been seven days since Harry had killed Voldemort. George stood in the doorway of his shop, doing the usual sweeping. He glanced back at the counter where Fred shouldve been standing. His forehead creased and he frowned that he wasnt there. George told himself that he didnt want it to bother him today instead he thought of his younger brother, Ron and his new girlfriend, Hermione. They enjoyed each others company endlessly.
He finished sweeping and went upstairs, the morning ritual of making coffee was brought to an abrupt halt. He unconsciously brought out two cups and placed them on the bench. He scowled at the other cup and shoved it into the sink. He breathed deeply, made his own coffee and returned to his store downstairs.
He flipped the sign to 'open' and unlocked the door, leaving it ajar for anyone who wished to enter. In the short time of sitting behind the counter. George had left his coffee in front of him, he stared off into several different directions, remembering several different occasions when Fred was standing beside him with every little chore around the store. No matter the occasion either brother was happy to surprise or prank the other.
Verity arrived shortly after, she saw the unhappiness in Georges eyes and decided not to question him. Instead she walked in to the store room and pulled the grey woollen hat from her mousy brown hair, her blue eyes reflected the small amount of light from the lamp light off Freds desk. She stepped toward the desk and looked down at what he ws last working on.
A few unpackaged products, a piece of parchment with lots of failed experiments listed, along with Angelinas name written a few times, her face was drawn beside it, along with a photo of her in her quidditch uniform sat in the corner of his desk. Verity wasnt fond of the girl, she rolled her eyes and focused on thoughts Fred, she closed her eyes and imagined him there.
