~ Fragments ~
36. No More Jokes
Prompt: Joke
Ron's POV
We sat there, with my extended family, and you held my hand. There was polite chatter and clinks of teacups on saucers, but I knew how uncomfortable you felt.
Dad said something, and an awkward silence followed.
Everyone stared at each other, not knowing what to say.
I waited, expecting the stupid joke that Fred or George would make to fill the silence.
But then I remembered; Fred was dead and George never joked anymore.
The awkward silence continued, broken only by the occasional creaking chair.
I look over at George, and he looks away, a frown on his face.