George looked over the ingredients for the potion again, scratching the back of his head as he tried to determine how much of each to put in. Kagome convinced him—more like stared at him as he tried to coax her back to the bed—that she felt well enough to make them both a quick dinner. He couldn't argue with her, not when she gave him a look with her hands on her hips and her eyebrow cocked like it was.
Sighing, he leaned back as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, placing her head against his.
"You're going to get a headache glaring at it." She mumbled.
George sighed and patted her arms, putting the parchment to the side, "it's so complicated, there's no way half of them are going to mix together."
"At least one of us learned something from all of those potions classes." Kagome sighed, her arms slipping from his neck.
George put the list down, standing up and walking out into the kitchen/dining area where Kagome was putting the plates on the table.
"I was thinking… maybe making this into a new product to sell? Maybe start a line, these could be Dreamless Donuts or something… Nightmare Nougat's." George explained settling into a chair.
Kagome looked up from her plate, there was a spark in George's eyes that she hadn't seen since before she was forced into hiding at Bill and Fleur's wedding. He seemed genuinely happy, and he was actually inventing again; he had a small bit of liveliness in him.
"I like that." She nodded.
George jumped up, pacing around the kitchen as he snapped, "and we could do something with chocolates, chocolate makes people happy… cheery… Cheerful Chocolates! And Memory Mallow for people that want to forget, or ease the memories!"
He found a quill and leaned over the counter, scribbling on parchment as he mumbled to himself.
"Freddie, come here and tell me what you think about this!" he called, waving the parchment excitedly.
Kagome fumbled as she went to place the food on the table, turning slowly.
George's excited expression quickly turned crestfallen, "oh."
Tossing the parchment to the counter, he fisted his hands and turned sending his fist flying into a cabinet.
Kagome padded over to George as he slid to the floor, hands digging into his red hair. She clambered down and sat next to him, drawing her knees up to her chest. "George, I think you need to talk to someone about your anger…"
"I lost my twin Kagome, I think I have a right to be angry."
"Yeah, but that's not a healthy level."
George dropped his hands and turned his head, "just because I express my grief differently... I'm handling it."
"Please don't start insinuating that I haven't and don't continue to grieve for him… don't do it," Kagome hissed.
George leaned his head back, connecting with the cabinet door harder then he intended. "You're right… My anger's becoming an issue, I'm lashing out at you and I don't mean to."
Kagome reached over, gripping his wrist gently and wincing as he hand swelled. "Let's go fix your hand."
George nodded and climbed to his feet grabbing Kagome and pulling her closer, "I'm sorry, I'm going to do better."
Kagome smiled softly and reached up, stroking his cheek with her thumb, "it's an adjustment."
George gripped her hand and brought it over his mouth, kissing her fingers gently.