George had been staring off into the garden, watching the holes in the snow where he could barely see the light from the house reflected in the eyes of the gnomes watching the activity. He was startled out of his thoughts, remembering dinners on this lawn, games, hide and seek, and secret forts in the woods.
He looked up at his eldest brother and nodded, jerking his thumb toward a window high above them, Ginny's bedroom. Words weren't coming to him, yet. He had to keep his lips pressed tightly together or else he might fall apart. This was very important. He was the last remaining joker. He was the one who laughed when things were bad. But not this time.