Angie nodded in response. "It is. I don't talk to him like I used too. For a good year or two after he died, I would come here and be a useless wreck for the rest of the day. I couldn't even really say the word died without wanting to-" Angie shrugged her shoulders, not at all wanting to get into her drinking habits with Cho. "It's gotten better. He's still a part of me but not in any physical sense. I know he's not truly gone. He couldn't leave George behind like that," she added with a ghost of a smile.
"Anywhere I come here now and just talk to him like when we were mates. Let him know what's been going on with me and mine." She sighed. "I hope I can get to that point with Harry too, but right now I can't even believe he's gone."