The Years Between || G.W

2006- George's POV

"I'm just saying..."

"Enough George,"

"It's been a month,"

"George."

"Violet you miss her. Go over and apologize."

"If I go over there, I'm coming back drenched in his blood and in need of a place to hide a body."

She looks at me from across the shop, "Do you have a place where we can hide a body?"

"Several actually."

She smiles just a little and shakes her head, "You're a prat."

"I'll go then."

She shakes her head and goes back to unpacking a box full of a new product called, 'That's a Little LeStrange.' Shaped like a dung bomb, they're meant to replace the obliviate charm so if you accidentally do magic in front of a muggle, or an underage wizard does something that they shouldn't have, just throw it at the feet of the muggle and run like hell. The smoke inside is designed to erase the last half hour of memory from the victim.

"You'll go and apologize for me? George, I don't need a keeper,"

"I was a beater actually..."

She rolls her eyes but the ends of her lips curl into a smile all the same.

"Daddy!" Freddie toddles over to me, "Pway wif Eddie."

"Daddy's busy mate. What about tonight after Mum and I finish up down here?" I pick up Freddie and hang him upside down the way he likes. We're closing the shop today so we can do inventory of the big shipment that came in and figure out where we want everything to be displayed. Our shipments have gotten a lot bigger since we re-opened and I've got a feeling that I'm going to have to start looking for another store front to buy so we can keep up with the demand for the products we carry.

"You're going to drop him," Violet says to me.

"Will not,"

"Dwop!" Freddie laughs and squirms around in the air like a freshly caught fish.

I pretend to drop him and he screams with glee and Violet shouts 'OI!'

"Daddy pway wif Eddie," He says again once I've changed my grip on him so he's sitting on my hip.

"What if I ask Auntie Fleur if Louis can come by and keep you company?" I suggest.

"Wouie?" Freddie tilts his head to the side like Violet does when she's trying to figure something out.

"I can ask Auntie Gin if James can come by too."

Freddie scrunches up his face like he's trying to take a shit, "Bad Wames."

Violet laughs, the stress of Emma long forgotten, "He's your kid."

"Me!? You're the one that loves to tell the truth about everyone,"

"Freddie you have to be nice to James, he's your family," Violet says as she starts to put 'That's a Little LeStrange' onto the shelves.

"Bad Wames," Freddie says again. It's become his automatic response whenever he hears the word 'James' at this point.

"Louis then?" I ask my son.

"Wouie," Freddie repeats.

Violet shakes her head, "I'm still not fully convinced that he even knows what you're saying."