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George Lives life
George sat on the banister of the stairs in his joke shop. Something a grown man usually wouldn't do but as it was George Weasley, the circumstances were different. George sighed remembering this day last year. It had been, well, basically Hell. The shop was closed for the day since he didn't feel like running the joke shop the day his twin had died. He ran the joke shop mostly by himself, sometimes with help from Ron or Angelina. Mostly Angelina though since Ron had gone off to do auror training with Harry. He still had the picture of him and Fred laughing at Percy when they were sixteen, though he avoided looking at it since it brought back painful memories. That was a long time ago, a happy time. Suddenly the bell on the door rang.
As the door opened he called, "We're clo- Angie! What are you doing here?", he asked staring at her.
"I came to find out why you keep closing!", she said back. She looked angry.
"Ummm well, you know, today was the day-"
"Damnit, George! Do you really think Fred would have wanted you to close up shop because it was the day he died?", she interrupted angrily.
"Well it seemed like an insul-"
"Hell, I'll tell you what an insult is, closing up on the day he died! And this isn't the first time! Last week you closed for no apparent reason. I mean, do you really think Fred wanted people to see the joke shop as a reminder of his death or as a way for people to laugh and have fun?" George was just staring at her in shock and amazement with his mouth open. When he didn't answer Angelina came up and sat next to him and took his hand. "George", she said urgently, "You need to live your life and move on from the past.", she looked at him smiling slightly at the expression on his face. The she quickly kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Think about it.", jumped off the banister and made for the door.
"Oi, Angie!", George yelled suddenly. She turned around smiling. "Err do you want to go have drink or something?", he asked, feeling slightly stupid.
She grinned and said, "Sure."
A Couple Years Later
It was late afternoon and he was just closing up shop when he caught sight of Angelina running torwards him.
"Hey.", she said, pulling him into a kiss.
"Hey.", he said back feeling nervous.
She looked at him and asked, "Are you ok? You look kind of pale."
He swallowed and said, "I'm fine." He tried to say it but all that came out was, "Errrrrm, lovely afternoon isn't it?"
She looked at him strangely and asked, "Are you sure you're alright?"
He took a deep breath and said, "Yeah I am and I-well I wanted to ask-Angelina Johnson, will you marry me?", and he took out a beautiful silver ring with no diamonds, just flowers engraved on it.
There was a silence and finally Angelina asked, "What?"
"Well", said George awkwardly, "I just-", but was interrupted when Angelina through her arms around him and kissed him passionately, again. After several seconds they finally broke apart. "I'm guessing that's a yes?", George asked, laughing.
"Of course!", Angelina laughed, "The ring is really beautiful.", she added.
"Yeah, Ron helped me pick it out, surprisingly he actually has some good taste.", he said laughing. She laughed and smiled, realized that for the first time after Fred's death, George might actually be truly happy.