Since I was so terribly unimpressed with my Scorpius letter, I decided to do another one for today. This one is from George to Fred. The scene features Angelina quite a bit as well.
Dear Fred,
The first night she saw him do it, Angelina watched him from the kitchen window of the Burrow, wondering what in Merlin's name he was doing. She grabbed her cloak and crept out the back door to the garden. Taking out one of her hairpins she began to expertly pick the lock. Fred had taught her how to do it when they were thirteen. She looked at the row of brooms lined up neatly along the wall, and, spotting Ginny's new Nimbus, made her selection. She crept ba k out and let the broom hover.
"Don't bother. He'll be back soon." A voice said behind her. She spun around and came face to face with the very person whose broom she was about to borrow without permission.
"Ginny. Listen, I'm really sorry, but yours is the best broom, and if I want to catch up to him…" She trailed off as Ginny held up her hand.
"I'm not angry, Angie. George, he… well, he does this every so often. It's not my place to tell you why, but he's always back before mum notices. He's been doing it for about three weeks now. Every night since the b-battle." She smiled weakly at her. "Come back inside. I'll make us some tea."
George landed smoothly on the lawn and quickly stowed his broom. His mum would be up soon, and it wouldn't do for her to see. She'd start crying again. He started back toward the house. Looking up he saw a lone figure sitting on the back step.
"Morning." Angelina said as she stood, handing him a hot cup of tea.
"How long have you been here?" He asked, accepting the offered cup and settling down beside her.
"I heard you sneak out last night. I sat in the kitchen with Ginny until she went back to bed, and then came out here to wait for you."
"What did Ginny have to say?"
"She caught me stealing her broom to come after you, but told me to wait for you to come back. She also said it's not her place to tell me what you're doing."
George sighed as she looked at him curiously. "It's stupid really. Fred would think I've lost my mind." He muttered, closing his eyes against the sting of tears threatening to escape.
"No, I don't think he would." Angelina replied, taking his hand. "And neither will I."
"I just- sometimes I think if I fly high enough, if I go just a little higher, I'll be able to see him again, because I know he's up there, watching over us all."
Angelina smiled, and moved in to hug him. "That's the furthest thing from stupid I've ever heard.
Some nights I just get on my broom and fly as high as I can because it makes me feel closer to you.
Missing you,
George
