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George walks down from Bill's room, Fred-less.

He needs a bit of time alone. Something's bothering him, quite a bit, and it's something he can't just laugh away for once, though he's going to try. It's something that involves himself and his place in things.

It's something that involves family.

He looks around the bar, a bit disappointed. He was hoping for a good cheering up, but it looks like there should be dirges playing, judging from the looks on everyone's faces.

"What is this, a wake?" he asks aloud, a joking grin on his face.

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Anya looks over at the redhead.

"No, not a wake. But someone did die."

The grin falls from George's face.

"Really? Oh, bloody hell, sorry," he says. "I've been holed up with my family for awhile, taking care of my baby brother. I didn't know. Who was it?"

He's suddenly worried. He doesn't know many people at milliways, but the ones he's met are nice enough...and Rory! Are Rory and her mum alright?

"It wasn't a girl, named Rory Gilmore, was it?" he asks, thoroughly alarmed. "Or her mum?"

Anya shakes her head.

"No, it was Charlie. Green hair. Plays the guitar."

"Don't think I've ever met him," George says. "That's a shame though. Did someone do him in...or..."

Anya shrugs.

"I really don't know. They had a service for him last night. A lot of people were there."

George thinks and one of those thoughts is slightly alarming. "I hope one of the demon trees didn't do him in the other night. Or one of the lethifolds. My brother Ron'd never let himself stop feeling guilty over it."

Anya lifts an eyebrow. "Demon trees?"

"Oh, well, the other night my little brother had a demon pop out of his arm, and all these trees sprang up, swatting at people, and there were lethifolds, and actually I'm making myself rather sick talking about it, so I'm going to stop now," George finished, somewhat pale.

He looked over at the wall. The stone was still there, stained brown. The floor and areas roundabout had been fixed however. He stared at that stone.

"He was bleeding all over the place..." He shuddered.

"Demon poccession. Never a pretty thing. Is your brother okay?"

"Yeah, yeah he made it out alright. Barely." George slumped into a seat. he doesn't mention what Bill revealed to them. It's too private, too horrible. Three months of torture...

"I missed a lot while up there, though, seemingly. Guess us Weasleys haven't been the only ones that have had a bad few days..." He looked around the room and the slighest little smile of fondness graced hios lips. "Times like this are what made my brother Fred and I decide to open a joke shop. To try to fill the dark times with more laughs. Seems like everyone's always dying..."

"You have a joke shop? That sounds like something my ex would do."

She smiles. "I used to have a magic shop myself."

"Yeah, s'on Diagon Alley: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." He holds up his hands, a grin on his face, as if spelling out the title. The grin fades...

"We were doing really well...until the Death Eater attack, at least. Parents don't want their kids going to someplace that's had the Dark Mark over it."

He looks curious. "What sort of magic shop? I mean, that's a bit...unspecific, eh?"

"Well, we had books, and potions, and trinkets, and ingrediants for potions, and crystals, and mummy hands, and all sorts of things."

*Penny wanders out from the kitchen and waves at the Fredless George. she is clearly sad and suffering from a hideous hangover. but she waves all the same*

"Penny...you alright?" George asks, looking at her, concerned.

*she shakes her head*
No, It's been a bad couple of days.

*she shrugs*

How are you?

George shot her a grim grin, and said, "S'been a bad couple of days. My little brother nearly...he nearly died the other day."

Is Ron okay?

*she frowns and pats him on the arm*

"Yeah. Yeah, he's alright," George says. "He got this weird African creature in him. It nearly...well, it nearly did him in, but we--they, Tom Riddle, and Peter Pettigrew, managed to save him. Them, of all people." He shook his head. "They're the last people I'd expect to help my family." He let out a long sigh, maybe out of relief or exhaustion. "There was some other bloke, David Grey, too, and my brother Bill, and Ginny, and Ron's little girlfriend--excuse me, friend, Hermione. But it was scary for a while. Really scary." He let out another sigh.

"And what was scarier was how useless Fred and I were."

Maybe you and Fred were there to cheer the others up and keep the mood light? You two aren't useless you just have different talents than some.

*she grins*

I don't know most of those people, just you and Fred and Ron and Ginny. Is Ginny doing alright, I know all of you are super close to your family. Ron has told me about Hermione, Rory mentioned something about her being here at the bar.

"Nah, we were useless. Too scared to crack a joke, even," George says. "And Ginny's alright. Shaken up, but alright. She's the youngest, y'know, after Ron. They're really close those two. And Hermione's even more shaken, I think--she was horrified by the whole thing, which isn't a surprise since she obviously fancies our dear little brother." He looks up. "And you've seen Rory? Has she been about lately? I really...I could really use her company right about now..."

Yeah, that's why I asked. Ginny adores all of you, I amnot surprised if she is shaken. Yeah, i met Rory a few nights ago. But i haven't seen her since then. I am sorry she isn't around. But I understand you needing her company. one of my best friends here, died and I could really use my boyfriend's company right now.

*she frowns*

"Blimey, you were friends with that Charlie chap then? I'm sorry," he says sympathetically, not sure of what else to say. He pats her awkwardly on the back.

Yeah, very good friends with him.
Thanks.

I think rory was friends with him too, so i have a feeling she's gonna need you just as much as you need her.

*she grins*

"Well, I really am sorry," he says, flashing her a sad smile, and then he looks around. "I hope Rory comes in soon then..."

He sighs. "Look, I've to go. I don't really want to leave for too long--my whole family's all broken up about what happened." He pauses. "Er, if you see Rory again, could you tell her I'm up in Room 42 if she needs me?" He pauses thoughtfully. "And if you need someone to talk to, there are plenty of Weasleys up there for you, too, alright?" he says kindly. "Hang in there, Penny." He gives her shoulder one final pat and then takes off, gets some food for his family from the bar, and heads back to Bill's room.

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