George checked off items on his list as he re-filled the shelves. Diagon ally was quiet and dark, allowing him to reflect more on what he was doing. He loved having Ron helping out, but he was no Fred so when it came time to close he insisted his younger brother return home for the night.
Hearing a crack behind him he turned slightly before going back to his list. "Hey, taking inventory and re-filling shelves, your favorite. Want to help?"
Kagome silently walked up and grabbed the spare list, staring at the parchment with the quill lying in her hand gently.
"You well?" George asked, turning fully from his duties.
"I think going back to St. Mungo's was a bad idea." Kagome mumbled.
A dark look crossed over George's face before he led her to his office, pulling two chairs together and sitting down. "What'd that slimy git do?"
"It's not Draco… I just feel so guilty. It's easy to be there and loose myself in work and there are some moments where I'm even happy and I come home and I still feel happy and I feel guilty for being happy because how can I be when Fred's not here?"
George blew out a breath silently and leaned forward, gripping the girl's shoulders gently. "He would be thrilled that you're helping other people, he would be so proud of you. If anyone would know, I would."
Kagome sniffed and sucked in a deep breath, lifting her head. "I just hate feeling so guilty."
George gave her a smile and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her. "There's no reason to be guilty, and I promise you, it's going to be okay. You've still got me."
He could feel his ears tinge pink as he whispered the last part. "You look exhausted, you can stay in the spare room if you want."
Kagome leaned back and nodded, "thank you, what would I do without you?"