It was interesting, watching the way Fred's ashes worked their way into his hands. Bits of Fred were still embedded in George in other ways, like how George could know at any moment how his twin would react to something, or how Fred appeared, healthy and well, in his dreams. George would never admit this, even to those closest to him, though he was sure everyone could see it plainly.
He kept commentary on Ginny to himself. Yes, he was closer in age to her than he was to Bill, and she was the sibling he connected with the best lately.
"They're older," he replied, "so naturally. They went off to do such interesting things." Unlike Percy. Ministry job? Boring.