Re: The Order Arrives
Molly looked up at her daughter, and her hand tightened around her wand. Enough killing? "Short by one," she said, and moved to get to her feet, but she hadn't let go of Arthur's shirt, and her own grip stopped her.
Molly looked down at the face she'd kissed every night and morning since she'd been entirely too young for it, and burst into tears. "Gideon," she whispered, reaching to where her brother lay, falling limply against her son. "George..." Molly couldn't think, couldn't let go, couldn't believe that her Arthur was gone, her Gideon again, just when she'd got him back, and had George said Angie?