"Yeah... I'll be there in a moment."
Harry nodded, his hand lingering on George's shoulder. After a moment, the black haired man sighed and turned to the mirror, fixing his tux before heading out. George watched him leave, before turning to the same mirror. His own face stared back at him, his white skin highlighted by the black tux he wore.
"How's it going, Fred?"
His reflection smiled.
"Hey, Fred..." He whispered, standing. "...You know, we all wish you could be here. Ginny said it won't be the same without us both on her arms."
He walked over to the mirror, raising a shaking hand to carress his reflection's face. Every curve was as Fred's would've been, had be been there. George allowed himself a smile, and pretended it was someone else's.
"Can you believe it? Our little sister's getting married." He choked around the lump in his throat. "You should be here... You should be here with me."
His hand clenched, and he held back a sob.
"I miss you. So does Mum. She's been blubbering like a fool, she has..." A painful smile appeared. "No one else can finish my sentances. So... It's sort of strange when I talk. The space... on my right... Sometimes I forget, and leave the words open."
He watched as his reflection started crying.
"It's okay, Fred. Really, it's fine. We'll be together soon, you know. After Ginny and Harry's wedding, I'll come up there with you, and we can be a person again, so please don't cry, or I'll start cr... crying..."
George couldn't help the tear that escaped him. He sunk to the ground, fingers dragging along the mirror.
"You loser... Making me cry again. Why do you always have to cry?"
He looked back up, and his reflection looked back.
"God... I miss you so much."
Leaning forward, he let his face touch the mirror. He stared at his fingers, the tips gently brushing their counterparts. George smiled.
"Fred..."