"Does he make you happy, Gin?" George asked this question softly, his voice at almost a whisper. Ginny pulled her hand away from her brother's and directed her gaze towards the ground. She scuffed at it half-heartedly before looking back up at him.
"'Course not, Gred," she replied. George knew that if this had been before it happened, there would have been a teasing lilt to her voice, but now her soft words rang without emotion. He watched as she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut tightly for a moment before opening them again, taking a deep breathe. "But who really even knows what happiness is anymore?" As she looked down at her hands, where she was absentmindedly twisting her new ring, tears began swelling to her eyes. "He's gone, George," she whispered unhappily, "how can anyone be happy?"
George stepped forward and embraced his sister as tears in turn began blurring his own vision. "I don't know, Gin. I don't know."
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