((I havent done this in awhile.))
It's been a few years, he's lost count of the years now. Of course, theres always the yearly celebration of the defeat of Lord Voldemort aka Tom Marvolo Riddle. Everyone seems so happy, cheering and hooting and smiling throughout the ball which goes on late into the night.
But he can't seem to enjoy himself. Not fully. Not like he used to. He's lost a part of him; a very large part. His twin. Fred Weasley. So he pours himself a strong drink and hopes that no one will talk to him if he hides in a darkened corner. Of course it doesn't work.It has never worked. Someone always finds him.
This year its Hermione Granger,looking quite lovely in Auror robes and glowing with her upcoming pregnancy. She smiles sadly at him.
"Hello George."
He winces and downs his drink,"Hey Hermione.Enjoy the..festivities?"
She frowns disapprovingly at his choice of drink. Theres the Hermione Granger he and Fred loved to tease. "I'd rather be at home,mind you, but I must be here."
He raises his glass in a mock toast,"Hail! The savior of the wizarding world!" His shout carries for a few feet and gifts him with a few confused stares from his fellow celebrators.
"George! Are you pissed?"
"What do you think,Granger? Fred died today."
She sighs and lays a hand on his shoulder,"I know.I haven't forgotten."
"It seems that everyones forgotten.How can they CELEBRATE when so many people died?" he growls out.
Hermione pulls him into a hug and his senses are filled with vanilla and warm sandlewood. "Its okay,George."
He mumbles incoherently into her robes and pulls away.
"S'ok. I've just had a bad day."
'A bad few years too.' he thinks.
Hermione gives him a sad smile and is pulled away by a very drunk Ron Weasley.
While the night matures, George Weasley sits in a darkened corner of the Ministry of Magic Ballroom and thinks of his missing half.
(( cracks her knuckles Ill get back into the swing of things soon.))