"Mum? How are you?" George asked, tapping his mother on the shoulder as he moved to stand beside her in the kitchen.
Molly turned her gaze from watching the others in the yard, turning to her son.
"I'm alright George. How are you? Are you sure you're alright? Eating enough?" Molly questioned, guiding him to sit with her at the table.
George let out a small laugh, nodding. "I'm fine mother, I'm coping. It's a big adjustment for me is all; and I eat three meals a day."
Molly reached across the table, holding George's hand. "I worry about you."
George squeezed her hand, "don't. Really, you should worry about Kagome. She… found the ring."
Molly's face dropped as she leaned forward. "Fred never gave it to her?"
George shook his head, turning to look out of the window as his siblings and friends shouted happily.
"The poor dear. Is she alright?"
"If she isn't I don't see it. The most upset I've seen her is at the funeral, but she mentioned it was awkward to be around me when we met up the first time at the Leaky Cauldron. I have to admit, it was strange for me too."
Molly gave him a smile. "I imagine so. I'm so happy you two have each other to lean on, your father and I feel better about it knowing you live so close to each other."
George returned her smile, his brow furrowing when a serious look crossed his mother's features.
"George, are you sure that's it? I saw the look you two gave each other."
"That's it mum, we're friends. She's Fred's girl." George responded quickly.
Molly gave him a critical stare, her gaze never wavering when Kagome popped into the kitchen, a huge smile plastered on her face. "You have got to see this, George."
A smile broke across the red head's face, "I'll be right there."
Molly watched the interaction intensely. George stood and walked around the table, kissing his mother's cheek before following Kagome to the group.
"Every thing alright dear?" Arthur asked, coming down the stairs.
Molly pursed her lips and furrowed her brow, "I'm not quite sure yet."