Business was booming. In the aftermath of the war, everyone seemed to turn to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to laugh again, to dull the pain of life without those they lost. It didn't work for George.

Everything around him was Fred. Fred's ideas, Fred's magic, Fred's signature - they were on everything he sold. Even some of his post-war products had been Fred's idea. George never looked in the mirror. He rarely smiled.

Verity tried to comfort him, take him out, hold his hand, but it felt like pity and pity was the last thing he wanted.

Everyone had lost someone they loved. But George had lost his twin.

Sometimes it was difficult, walking down Diagon Alley, seeing all the new stores flourishing. But when he stopped in front of his own store, saw their sign, their window displays, all he could do was wish that Fred was still there to share it with him. And despite everything wonderful springing up that autumn, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but sorrow.

A/N: For the Drabble Collection Challenge. Prompt: sorrow. I'm not JKR and don't own the characters. Word Count: 171.