It's not often George found himself thinking clearly these days. On the few days that he's not drowning in firewhiskey, he's drowning in tears. He could tell his parents are starting to really worry about him.
He'd seen them talking to Bill and Charlie about his near catatonic state, I'm sure they would have involved Percy too but surprisingly, he'd been a close second in the catatonic state after Fre-
I took a swig from my whiskey, finally used to it, not missing the burn.
I think back to one of the conversations we'd had back then, before we'd opened our shop. Back when Umbridge had tried to rule Hogwarts.
It had been just after a detention he forgot the reason to, he'd been nursing his hand, when Fre- he had burst in on their dorm, startling him. He had paced, shouted and ranted about how he was going to dissect Umbridge like the toad she was. George had nearly laughed, saying,
"Really Fred calm down! We have to look after the firsties too, you'd give up so soon for me?"
He'd gone very quite, very serious, for once. He'd looked George in the eye and had said, "You're my twin, Georgie, I'd kill for you."
George, uncomfortable for once with the serious tone, had tried to joke, "Don't you mean die for me?"
"No. Wait, I mean that too, but killing isn't out of the question."
Now, I want to punch myself, why had I said that, why had I even thought that?
He broke down, sobbing, curling up on himself, letting as much grief out of my never ending well, as I could.
It could have been hours, or days, when he calmed down a little, tears slowed,but not stopped, when he became aware of a hand on waist, someone cuddling him from behind.
"George," He heard Percy croak, "Georgie"
He was crying too, George realized.
I clutched his hand, to show I'm listening.
"I was there Georgie, when Fred- when he-"
A strangled sound came from both of about throats, Percy unable to finish his sentence and George unable to comprehend.
"Not now Perce, please not now, I don't want to know, please." George knew he probably sounded pitiful, but he was beyond caring at this point.
"Ok, ok Georgie, calm down. We'll talk later." Percy croaked.
We lay there for a long time, wallowing in our shared grief, unable to speak, and unwilling to. Thinking of the one person who should have been here.