Re: Jazz, Fred & Alex
"Yeah, if you could tell James or something." Fred ran a hand through his hair. "I think Ted Lupin is collecting names." It made the redhead sick to that that all George was reduced to: a name on a list. Part of the casualties, his body likely to be disposed of like a piece of rubbish.
And now Wheezes was his... and Alex's, Fred decided when he glanced in the direction the kid had run off. He might not want it right away, but it was a business his parents had worked hard to develop and make successful. He'd want it eventually.
Fred turned back to Jazz. "Thanks. I'll catch up with you later, yeah? When things aren't so... hectic."