You see that reflection in the mirror?
That is me.
Your brother. Your best mate. You'd do anything for him.
Look at him now. He's broken into hundreds of sharp fragments.
Mother would freak out if she saw this mess. We'd probably get-
I'd.
I'd probably get scolded at.
Me. George Weasley.
Not Fred and George. Gred and Forge.
No. Just, George.
I pick up the pieces, not afraid of getting cut. My fist is already bleeding, anyway.
I count the pieces, for I have nothing else to do.
No more pranks to play.
No more songs to sing.
No more laughs to laugh.
1…2….3.
This will take hours.
1000 pieces, exactly. All scattered across the ground.
Like a puzzle desperately waiting to be solved.
So, I will.
I will solve it.
For I have nothing else to do.
No more pranks to play.
No more songs to sing.
No more laughs to laugh.
This will take hours.
I'm done.
I solved the puzzle of me.
Except I am missing a piece. A small, sharp fragment of a mirror.
A part of me.
I glue the pieces together, for I have nothing else to do.
No more pranks to play.
No more songs to sing.
No more laughs to laugh.
This will take hours.
I did it.
I glued them.
But they fall. The puzzle of me falls.
They are shattered across the floor, like they were before.
I can keep solving it and gluing it, but again and again it will fall.
I will be shattered forever.
Why?
Because of that part of me I am missing.
You.