WHO George Weasley & Molly Weasley WHERE & WHEN Outside Moody's because he doesn't want to go in, late night on day 7 WHAT Everyone needs their mother - especially after battling a demon. RATING Probably low.
Where George's mind was normally buzzing with ideas and things he wanted to do for the village, he now felt -- blank. He could process that an earthquake could happen even though he'd never lived through one in his life, or known anyone who had, because even if it was strange, it was a thing accepted as natural and possible in the real world. The monsters attacking the village and the demon lurking in an underground cavern, locked away by spells of residents past, and shredding corporeal ghost girls with his mother's face to pieces right before his eyes, and seeing his friends and family in the village either die or break themselves or go mad with illness -- there wasn't a god damn thing that was natural or accepted about that, and he felt numb from the whole thing.
Oh, sure. He cracked jokes here and there, he'd tried to keep things easy when they were underground heading towards the worst fucking thing he'd ever seen in his life. But it was just like after the war that had taken his brother from him: He was just going through the motions. For the past week he had seen people in varying states of emotional duress over the journals, his family members too even, but - there was just nothing inside of him. He didn't have answers, he barely had solutions (and despite what anyone would try to tell him, the vaults weren't his idea, they were Godolfr's idea), and he felt listless, like there was some kind of heavy stone over his chest that allowed him to breathe but only just; he didn't have anything left in him. He could observe, maybe have half a thought, but that was it. Even walking from the foot of the mountains back to the village (why the fuck did Godric's son have to put that demon's bloody head on a pike and carry it around like some sort of demented victory prize; he was glad when it faded away) was something he had done on auto-pilot.
"Mum," he said when he finally saw her. His voice cracked, but he had no tears left to cry, or sobs left to heave.