A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane prompt challenge:

488: Setting – Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes

Word count: 422

George blinked at the numbers again.

"We did it, Fred," he whispered to the empty room. He was currently sitting at his desk in the back office of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. The desk itself was made of a solid oak and had been a present from someone, he didn't remember who. Fred had never liked the desk, saying it made the office seem too boring.

"No, George, you did it," a voice whispered in his head. He missed hearing Fred so much sometimes he could almost imagine what his brother would say.

"I did it," he repeated in awe.

"You did what?' Angelina asked pausing in the doorway. She had been finishing up the closing list, including kicking a few people out. Even though she looked exhausted, George couldn't believe how beautiful she was.

"The shop, Angie. I did, we're going to be alright." She smiled. George had been so worried about the business, worried it would fail without Fred being there.

"Was there ever really a doubt, George, you're brilliant." She'd had never doubted he'd make it all work.

"But without Fred..." She walked over and placed a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"He'd be proud of you."

"I know. I just feel weird, being successful again...not splitting the profit with him. I remember how we'd balance the books on our heads joking that his half was going to go to repairing something stupid..."

"You could always give Ron half, he does sort of work here." George laughed.

"And watch him drink and gamble it away? That's almost as bad as when I said I was going spend Fred's half adding another level to the building and filling it with chamber pots that shot confetti when you sat on them." Angelina laughed. She could just see that, and one of those pots somehow ending up at Hogwarts.

"You're the one grumbling about having to keep all the profits." He laughed shaking his head.

"You're right, Angie."

"It's getting late, George, how about you put the books away and we grab some dinner? Alicia was just telling me about this new place."

"Sure, just let me me lock up, Angie."

"I'll wait for you outside, just don't forget to lock the doors."

"I love you, Angie," George called after her. He glanced in the mirror as he locked up the shop. For the first time, his smile didn't fade upon seeing his reflection.

"I did it Fred. I finally did it," he whispered stepping out the door and into Angelina's waiting arms.