The hardest thing, really, is changing his grammar. Because he's always referred to himself as we, for he always was part of a we. It's never been George; it's always been Fred and George. In that order, because Fred was thirty seconds older than he was and besides, George and Fred never did sound right. And their thoughts were simultaneous, and their decisions unanimous so there never was a need for opinions, or personal views, or conflicts of interest. So now, when someone asks what he wants, he takes a while to reply, as if he's waiting for Fred's thoughts so he can agree instinctively with them.
He goes to a job interview, just to see what it'd be like to have a real proper job in which he doesn't have to make people laugh, because his life's a little void of laughter right now, so how on earth can he make other people laugh?. He's a Weasley, and suddenly the whole damn Ministry has immediate respect for him (even though they, meaning Fred and himself, never sat the N.E.W.T exams), so they actually offer him an interview. He doesn't get the job, of course.
He kept saying what 'we' would do, and spoke about 'our' values and gave the interviewer the impression that he had an imaginary friend.
He chuckles for the first time in what feels like decades when he walks out of the glum room, a shrink's business card in his back pocket, because he reckons Fred would've liked that.
A/N I found this when I was browsing through my folders, and I thought I might post it. It's not the best post DH George fic, but I had a go. Tell me what you think!
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