Us ; George Weasley

Seventy-six

Don't worry. You will be getting a chapter about William and Marco talking things through.

It will happen sometime over the summer.

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Allie

Today was the last day of my sixth year. My last day of this horrible school year.

Tomorrow marked a week of Cedric's death and tomorrow we were also going home for the summer.

Right now, the end-of-year feast had been replaced by a memorial feats to remember Cedric, but I wasn't attending.

I got dressed in a black flowy lace dress that reached just above my knees and I did my hair and put on some mascara but when I reached the marble staircase, I panicked so now I was sitting on the middle of the stairs while everyone were in there.

Dumbledore had held a speech that I could hear from out here. He explained what had happened, that the dark Lord was back and that he was the reason for Cedric's death.

It hurt too much so I was trying to either imagine that he had just gone on a holiday somewhere and would be back at the end of summer or else I'd try and remember that he wouldn't want me to be sad.

He'd want me to be happy and continue living my life like I did before he died.

"Allie, babe?"

I looked up as George left the Great Hall, wearing a formal plain black suit for the dress code.

Dress code was black because of the memorial feast.

"Hey." He smiled softly, walking towards me with his hands shoved not the pockets of his trousers. "What're you doing out here?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I got to the stairs and I— I stopped."

George pulled his hands out of his pocket before he sat down next to me, reaching for my hand. I laid mine in his, letting him lace our fingers together.

"I just can't sit there and listen to everyone talk about him." I said. "Since he died, people have been crying and acted like he was their best friend. Like they didn't totally start noticing them after he became a champion. They're all fucking fake and it's fucking annoying."

I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Am I being a bitch? I feel like I'm being a bitch."

"Of course you're not." He told me. "Everything you're feeling is completely valid and you need to try to not ignore them."

"I don't know how I'm feeling." I said. "One minute he was here and the next he was gone and it's been a week but I just— I feel like it's some kind of dream that I'll wake up from at any moment now."

I ran a hand over my face, accidentally smearing my mascara.

"Oh no." I muttered, letting go of his hand to wipe under my eye. "My mascara."

I felt George placed his hand on the opposite side of my jaw, turning my head to look at me.

He wet his thumb with his tongue before wiping underneath my eye to get the mascara cleaned up.

He sighed.

"No, that only seemed to make it worse." He said softly, causing me to chuckle lightly before I rested my forehead against his shoulder.

No one at school believe the fact that the dark Lord was back. I knew it was true because first of all, Cameron is a death eater and he told me, and second of all, Potter witnessed it and seeing as George trusts him, so do I.