George gave the Seer a brief look of 'you're serious?' before shrugging and telling himself to go with it. Forgetting for the moment the pub atmosphere, she seemed very serious about what she was doing. And if this were some elaborate setup? They should know better than to mess with the king of mayhem.
How am I supposed to get through the rest of my life without Fred?. This question had been cycling itself through his head nonstop ever since he'd first laid eyes on his twin's lifeless body. Coming on a year later, he still had no answer for himself. He'd just become much better at faking it.