George stood slightly apart from the others, watching their New Year's cheer.
They were certainly entitled to a little happiness.
George simply couldn't get himself into the spirit of things.
Oh, he went to work every day, tried to keep the whole shop together- all of the managing, inventing, creating, laughing… but Fred had balanced him, and now he was alone.
Across the room, Harry and Ginny took up opposite ends of a cracker, pulling hard.
George stopped his moping for a moment to watch, to grin.
He knew what was in there, and this was going to be good…..
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