George bundled himself against the cool breeze that blew through the London streets, making his way to Kagome's flat across from the Leaky Cauldron.
The weather turned quicker than he had anticipated and his mother's constant string of owls asking when he would come visit had him homesick for the first time.
"Kagome, are you in there?" he called, knocking on the door.
Checking over his shoulder to ensure no muggles were around, he pulled his wand out when no sound came through the door.
"Alohomora."
The lock gave a satisfying click, allowing him to step into the apartment and shut the door softly behind him.
"Kagome?" he called, creeping through the room.
Panicking, George set forward, shoving himself into the doorway of the bedroom. He sagged against the doorframe as Kagome's form moved under a mound of blankets on the bed.
Standing straight, he moved to turn when a black box on the dresser caught is eye. He reached for it, opening it carefully and inhaled, the ring he helped his brother pick out shinning as brightly as the day he first saw it.
"I found it after I helped you take inventory. Did you know?" Kagome asked softly, sitting up in the bed with the blankets around her waist.
George's silence had her sighing, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Of course you did."
"Mum… Mum's been writing, she wants all of us kids to get together. Make sure we're eating and taking care of ourselves, I imagine. She asked if I'd bring you, said you weren't answering her letters." George murmured, shutting the lid and placing it back in its proper place on the dresser.
"She's worried about you." He whispered when Kagome didn't answer.
Kagome nodded and smiled, a true smile that George hadn't seen since before Fred died. "I'd like to go back to the Burrow."
George beamed, "brilliant, I'll write to mum and let her know."