The raven haired girl was simply not used to being a rock. She was just above average in height and her friends didn't call her 'twiggy' for no reason. All characteristics that juxtly apposed those of a rock.

Rocks were small to the ground, hard, heavy, and not all that buoyant. Alicia Spinnet was not.

She stood outside the closed practical joke shop, looking up at the neon sign--dull for months now--and bit her lip. Though the flier plastered on the door clearly read 'Closed Due To Obvious Reasons. Be Back In A Spell', the dark eyed girl knew full well her very fond George Weasley was inside. And if she knew her fiancée as well as she knew she did, no doubt he was debating whether or not to let a whole set of chattering teeth gnaw off his other ear.

But once again, she was no boulder, really a stepping stone if anything, and twirled the silver band on her finger. Of course she wanted to comfort him, make everything seem right in the world again, but she had never been good at such things.

In school she had always been a watchful observer; calling couples a month in advance, seeing Klutzy Katie trip over things five strides before hand, knowing the gossip pulling at Angelina's lips as the dark girl nearly bounded over. Then the best comfort she knew how to give was a condoling smile and a sympathetic shoulder. Nothing like Angelina's upspring words, echoing off the walls of their dormitory when Katie had Oliver-Issues. Nothing like Katie's forceful hugs that were claimed to squeeze everything bad back out into the world and away from the hugees.

Granted, back then she was simply a schoolgirl. 17 at the oldest. But now she was nearing a ripe 20 and was still no good at being a rock. But then again give her some slack, for after her Hogwarts schooling she went into Healer training and now held a very respectable spot in St. Mungos. Day in and day out she repeated the same lines to worried family members; 'we are doing our absolute best of which hardly falters'. Same lines. Same dry lines.

Yeah, spew that out to George. Wave a healing charm over his head and recite. Maybe a soothing potion of some sort. That'll do the trick.

She scoffed as she bounced on the balls of her feet. An anxious Alicia could be a very strange sight. She rocked, bounced, bite her lip, twisted her hair, her large eyes darted, her perfect teeth bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows dipped up, she looked around again--looking for maybe Katie or Angelina to give her a good push inside.

No such luck.

She took in a deep breath, pushing questions of self doubt to the back of her mind. She wasn't the one who needed a hug, who needed consoling, who needed reassurance. She had to be a rock. Steady in a sea of torment that was engulfing the redhead she loved so dearly.

Giving the ring around her finger one last spin, she reset her slim shoulders strong, pushed a lock of black-silk hair out of her face, and strode through the door despite the fliers proclamation.

"George?" she asked timidly, the bell ringing delicately behind her as the door shut. She paraded through the empty front of the shop and made her way into the back office, both chairs empty she moved on towards the storage room.

There she found him as she predicted, looking blankly into a box of Chattery Teeth, sitting on an empty crate. His scruffy red hair looking dim and limp, falling in front of his gorgeous, freckled face.

She didn't repeat his name, didn't utter any sound as she padded over, pushed the box of products away and kneeled in it's old place. Resting on her feet, she ducked and craned her head, trying to catch sight of his deep brown eyes. Through his hair she couldn't find them and pushed her hand through the thick tresses back past his temple. She grimaced as his flinched as her hand made it's way towards the void hole previously unseen under the red camouflage.

She took one of his hands, lifelessly hanging from the elbow rested on his knee, still searching for his eyes. Getting no such luck, her other elegant hand ducked under his strong chin and dared him to look at her. First her continued to stare at his dragon hide boots--thinking what a stupid purchase they had been in the end--but finally relented to the woman kneeling in front of him.

Her dark eyes seemed to be the only one of late that didn't sear through him. The only ones that didn't flash at the mistake of seeing his twin instead. The only ones that could look at his with a strong, gentle love. Love only for him. Not for any other look-alike twin past gone. Only him.

And with that he found not one rock, but two. And they were all his.

'ello my poppets--hahaha, um yeah. Go Alicia.
So I know this whole story goes out to arre but I wanted to give a shout out to ash with this one for her exquisite opinion and forever helpful hand. THANKS GIRLIE

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Lots o love!