Who: Katie Bell and George Weasley What: Relaxing after a good battle Where: George's flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes When: Friday afternoon Rating: PG-13ish for possible language and potential adult content?
Out of anything, George hated being alone the most. Solitude had been a completely foreign concept to him before he and Fred had finally had their own rooms at the age of eighteen. Even then, they had spent the first several weeks sleeping with their bedroom doors open. Since Fred died, solitude had become George's greatest enemy. He could barely stand it even on a good day.
He had half lied when he'd told Katie in writing that he was fine. Physically, he was beyond fine. Emotionally, he was elated about the triumph of the night before, but his deeds at the Ministry nagged at him. The man who had killed his father was dead. Dead at George's own hand, no less, and George felt no remorse for this. One less asshole in the world, way he saw it. Shouldn't he be worried, though, about the fact that he wasn't upset?
And that's why he needed Katie. He, as loathe as he was to admit it, needed someone to talk to who wouldn't go all mushy on him. So he had called on her. After setting his journal down for the last time, he retreated to the bathroom to make sure he looked presentable. He stared at his reflection for the first time since yesterday morning, paying attention especially to the eyes. Not the eyes of a killer, and yet...
He started as he heard a knock at the door. "Come in," he shouted, stepping back into the living room.