George was running slightly later than he had planned but late was better than not attending at all. Earlier in the day he’d seriously been considering not turning up at all, believing that it would be far too hard. Fred still haunted his dreams when he slept alone, and he didn’t need images of him haunting him when he was awake as well, and going back to place where he’d seen his body laying there… it could only mean bad things. Did he really want to do that to himself? Still, it would be better getting it over and done with tonight because next week he had to help with the decoration of the Great Hall for the Halloween Ball.
Come on George, you can do this. He brushed imaginary dust off his dragon hide suit, took a deep breath and walked in the direction of the Great Hall, before carrying on walking once he’d reached the door. Okay, that didn’t work. Maybe next time. At least it was progress, before tonight he hadn’t even been able to walk in the corridor outside the Great Hall, despite being a regular visitor over the last month or so. He’d just have to keep walking past the door, in the hope that at some point he’d be able to actually enter.