George Weasley lost his twin a year and a half ago and is still nowhere near recovery. His flat has the aroma of alcohol and filth. George didn't have the effort to clean, cook, or basically wash! He was slowly but surely losing his mind in grief. Everywhere he turned something reminded him that Fred wasn't here, Fred wasn't coming back and Fred had left him here, on his god forsaken own. He couldn't cope. His mother had tried to brake him into his old self again, hell everyone tried even Fred's ex-girlfriend Angelina but nothing seemed to shake him, he'd still return to that flat every night drink and cry himself to sleep and could think of nothing but grief. George Weasley was a broken and torn twin.
George was still asleep when someone floated, yes not walked floated into the flat above the joke shop. The figures transparent feet didn't quite touch the floor, not that they would want them too, the floor was filthy and bottles of who knows what alcohol! As the transparent figure made its way towards Georges bedroom, it could be heard mumbling "damn georgie, I thought I was the one that couldn't clean but I guess it was you by the looks of things!" and "tsk tsk what would mother say" also "I wonder if you've grown a beard like hagrid cuz this place looks like a hobo lives here might as well look like one" this figure was wearing a dirty looking dragon skin jacket and boats, along with a pair of jeans and a long sleeve turtle necked top, all of which looked covered in dust, in his previous life it would appear he had bright ginger rugged hair a slightly crocked nose and a mischievous smirk that meet his once bright eyes.
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