The Healer | Part 3: The Survivors

Bonus Chapter

A/N: Hey, it's me again! I had this idea for a while now and finally got it written down! It sort of got out of hand, but I hope you enjoy this bonus chapter from George's perspective.

George

I crumpled up the parchment, smudging wet ink on my hands as I did so. I tossed it on the floor, which was already littered with more of the same. If Fred were here, we would have taken turns shooting flames at the crumpled balls of parchment with our wands.

This was pointless. I ran my hands through my hair for possibly the thousandth time that day. I had been trying to work out a formula for an improvement on the Instant Owl Notebook all afternoon, but I simply couldn't think clearly. My thoughts kept wandering to the night previous. I couldn't stop thinking about her. It felt like I was going mad.

All day, images of her, naked and moaning beneath me, flooded my mind. It had felt so amazing to be with her again, like coming home, but a million times better than I ever remembered. It was all I had ever wanted, to have her again, to sleep next to her, to hold her as she dreamed and for her to be the first thing I saw in the morning. Every day.

I leaned back in my chair and pulled the ring out of my pocket again. It was smudged and a little battered from being handled all day, but I still thought it looked nice. It would look even better on her finger, I thought to myself. That's where it belonged, that was the entire reason behind my buying it.

I was pretty sure the old wizard who sold it to me had overcharged. But the moment I laid eyes on it, I thought of her and knew I needed to buy it for her. I knew she would love it. I hoped the diamond was big enough to convince her to say yes, Fred used to joke that those sorts of things mattered to girls. I scoffed as the thought crossed my mind. She probably couldn't care less about how much I had spent on her ring. Though, suddenly I was nervous that she might be upset that we hadn't picked it out together.

I slipped the ring back in my pocket and stood up. This wouldn't do. I wasn't getting any work done at all. Edith was all I could think about. Images from the night before were all I saw when I shut my eyes and I knew I was in deep trouble. I thought I needed her before I came back to England, I had no idea how much I would grow to need her.

I shrugged into my coat and walked out the door of my office and through the shop. I waved absently to the staff. They were saying things, but I wasn't paying them any attention. I wondered what Edith was doing right now? She would be in class still. I wondered if she was having as hard a time concentrating as I was.

I Dispparated as soon as I was in the Alley. She had said she would meet me back at home after she was done with classes for the day. I wanted to be there when she got there. I couldn't wait to see her again. I looked down at my watch, it was only four-thirty, I still had at least a half hour before she arrived.

I let out a slow breath as I opened the front door to Falcon's Rest and kicked off my shoes inside. I looked around stupidly. What was I supposed to do now? Maybe I should have stayed at the shop, at least there were more distractions there, however ineffective they had been thus far.

The cat. Right. In all of the events from the night before and early this morning, I had completely forgotten about the cat. I gave my head a shake and shrugged out of my coat before climbing the steps to the second floor.

I glanced into my bedroom as I walked by. I hadn't bothered making the bed that morning, I rarely did anyway. But I could see where she had slept. Usually it was just the blankets on my half of the bed that were disturbed. They were all a tangled mess now and I smiled once again at the memory of how they had got that way.

The cats were almost exactly as they had been when I left them that morning. The kittens didn't look like they could move very far, but I didn't know very much about cats or kittens. Spud had been able to look after herself for the most part. I was a little nervous about having the five surviving kittens under my care, but Spud seemed to be doing just fine. Maybe I would move her food dish upstairs so she didn't have to leave her kittens to get it.