Molly let him rage and get out what he needed to get out. There was a point when Fred spoke that she had to bite her tongue..and hard. She didn't understand. She didn't understand. She who sat through a double funeral and then went straight back home to care for children and babies. There was an acidic answer on the tip of her tongue that simply wouldn't help right now. And probably would never be spoken, as it would never help. Though, she did suppose that she didn't understand on one level. No one would, not even George. The dead weren't supposed to know how people fell and rebuilt themselves afterwards.
"This isn't something I have an answer to, my darling boy. It's not something that any of us are prepared for, or can prepare for. Merlin knows what I would say to your unc--" She trailed off, pressing her lips together briefly and shrugging it off. However, she did gently reach up, taking one of his hands from tearing at his hair and simply held it.
"He's staying," Molly began, in a strange mixture of gentleness and placid certainty. "George is. He's already told me as much. Though I do suggest that you both work on getting your wands if you're looking to get on with your pranks." Don't think for one moment, Fred Weasley, that your mother didn't see that poor ward with talks of that ridiculousness. But she wouldn't call it ridiculousness at the moment. It was something for the boys to strive for, and she believed -- Merlin help them all -- that it would be good for them. At least this time, they wouldn't be able to test them out on Muggles and nearly break the Statute every other week.