George smiled, lifting his glass. "Sort of exciting, I guess. I made the first deposit into the memorial's account that is going to have some left over once the bills get paid." Not that the museum had been designed to make a profit, but there were always suggestions and ideas for new exhibits, and George had put all the capital he could afford into the building itself. "If we get another couple months like that, we'll be able to open a new exhibit. Verity suggested one with battlefield-type Healing and such."
The museum excited George and depressed him by turns, but mostly it was a venture that was very close to his heart. Many of the items on display had belonged to him; Wheezes and shield cloaks and practical fighting aids, as well as his own DA Galleon and Fred's wand. The latter lay in a crystal case under the painting that Dean had done, on the wall opposite the memorial tree. "We sold almost fifty new leaves last month," he added, pleased.