George walked through the living space of the shop, a mug of tea in his hands as he absently straightened some of the items he walked past.
It had been a few days since he and Kagome last spoke and he was starting to miss her. In the last few days, he also found himself outside of Fred's room quite a bit, the room he vowed to never enter after the battle.
Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob peering inside the room that time forgot, everything still in its place. He stepped in fully, checking his watch quickly to make sure he had enough time before he had to open the shop.
He ran his fingers over Fred's desk, careful of the scrawling's of new inventions and notes. Pictures of him and George and him and Kagome or the three of them were in various places; walls, the nightstand, his desk and dresser.
One thing had managed to catch his eye, on Fred's normally messy bed the sheets were pristine and pulled up with a small envelope sitting propped up on the pillows.
Carefully perching on the edge of the bed, George broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, glancing around.
George,
You told me not to write a note like this for Kagome, but I did anyway and I also wrote one for you… obviously. Clearly if you're reading this I didn't make it home to take it off the bed and burn it so there's some things I want to say.
DO NOT RUN THE SHOP INTO THE GROUND! So help me, I don't care how grief stricken you are, if you don't take care of it I'll come back and kill you. You can't let it die like I have, it's everything we've ever wanted and worked for and I'm proud of you for taking it on all on your own.
Make sure mum's alright. She'll bombard you with letters, dozens a day is likely, you know mum. Make sure she'll be alright to go on, but please don't forget about yourself. Grieve and get back to work, it's what we do, the people need our products after the war, all the people that were lost.
Finally, take care of Kagome. You two need each other now more than ever, make sure she fulfills her dream of being a Healer, but make sure she's eating and getting out and socializing. You were always better at taking care of her after she was let down (usually by me especially after we left Hogwarts).
Sorry to leave you like this George, we've spent our entire lives together and I left you to figure out how to live alone.
Mischief Managed
(is that corny? I feel as though it's a little corny)
Fred