AN: This story will be told in drabbles. One update a day of 300 words, with the occasional longer installment. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot line from Harry Potter or Inuyasha.
George
The weather was surely mocking him.
The grey clouds and cold weather definitely reflected how he currently felt. Snow rapidly fell from the sky and was piling up on the ground. As George stepped out of his flat into the busy muggle London streets, he pulled his trench coat tighter around his body and blew up toward the sky, watching his warm breath appear in the chilled air. He was already beginning to regret his decision to leave the warmth of his home.
It was a bit more busy than he had expected it to be, considering the current poor forecast. His feet crunched against the recently accumulated snow, leaving large footprints trailing his path behind. As the flakes began to fall faster, the people started to disappear and escape the cold. Not that he blamed them. But he had struck a bargain with himself: go out for a bit today and he could lay low until the next Weasley family dinner.
He let out a sigh of relief when the Leaky Cauldron finally came into sight. Quickly making his way inside, he loosened his jacket just a little bit before taking a seat at the bar. Thankfully it wasn't very busy, just as he had hoped. A few people sat silently, huddled at their tables with the hot beverages. Only one other person sat at the bar along with him a shorter girl with dark hair and soft Asian features.
Hannah Abbott quickly appeared from the kitchen carrying a game pie and a cup of tea. The girl at the bar hurriedly dug into the food earning a laugh from the former Hufflepuff. "If you need anything else, let me know," Hannah said before turning her attention towards him.
George took a deep breath. Bring on the awkward conversation.
AN: Remember, this is a retelling of the one-shot in different perspectives, BUT it will continue on much much longer.