Who: George and Angie Where: The shed When: May 2 What: Keeping each other company on a poopy day. Rating: PG-13 for Angie's potty mouth? Status: Incomplete
Angelina wasn't a fan of May 2nd. Some liked to celebrate, and she could, honestly, understand why they would. It had been a huge victory. Voldemort was officially gone. The death eaters and their purist bullshit had fallen with him. But there had been so much loss. Great wizards had been struck down. The ranks of the aurors had been so emptied that they had recruited students straight out of school.
And then there was Fred.
She knew it was selfish to wish it had been anyone else, someone she didn't know, someone else's friend, someone else's family. But she wished with every fiber of her being that it had been someone, anyone else. She could imagine who George felt about it. It was one thing to lose a boyfriend, but your brother? No, your twin brother, your other half.
Having seen his response to Pansy's journal, she'd gone to seek him out, and third try appeared to be the charm as she pushed open the cracked door to the shed. "Georgie?" she called softly, easing the door shut behind her. "Are you in here?"