Chapter 1- The Usual
Business was fast paced as usual with items disappearing off the shelves within the blink of an average muggle eye. George Weasley, like usual, was getting many compliments about his products and he was thanking them politely. But he knew if it wasn't for his twin brother, who was dead now, he would be no where near to being a successful business man. His childhood friend, Dean Thomas, was now helping him a lot with his shop, The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Dean was over in the corner cracking up some jokes to a few women in the corner, as usual, but he was never successful.
"Dean, could you please stop trying to impress them and just help me stock more Decoy Dementors?" George asked looking amused.
"Fine," Dean said glowering at him.
As they were stacking them up one box dropped onto George's feet.
"Oh damn!" he shouted quite loudly that many customers turned to look at him.
Right now all he cared about was finding a seat.
Dean was right on his case.
"Thanks man," George muttered just loud enough for Dean to hear as he was sitting down.
"No problem, anything for my best mate!" he said punching his shoulder lightly.
George was now caressing his foot.
"Do you think it's broken, I think it's broken, should I go St. Mungos or-" George started going on but Dean cut him off.
"It's just a flipping strain, calm down, go home, I will look after business," he said rather proudly.
"Thanks, just don't go chatting up the women," he said gratefully.
"Just 'cos you have one…" Dean mumbled.
As George made his way home he was thinking about what Dean had said.
It was true, he did have a woman. Turns out that he is now married to Angelina Johnson and has two kids, Angelina wanted another kid but George told her she needs to find a different hobby. One was a girl named Roxy and another named Fred, after his brother. George couldn't help the tears falling down his pale cheeks as he thought of his brother. He missed him so.
"George you are a strong man!" he said to himself.
But he knew that deep down he was dying himself for his brother back.
But he had been thinking about Fred a lot, it was usual.
So he couldn't wait to go back home to his wife and kids and have a nice butterbeer…the usual.