Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was much larger than George had remembered. Nevertheless so was everything else.
Troubles became more vibrant; worries were easier to seek; too many thoughts to carry in his head.
George Weasley missed the feeling of floating. Consistently, he missed the feeling which lifted him off the ground (occasionally literally), being helpless of a creating crescent smile and feeling the weight of a feather. Upon opening his eyes in the morning he was light, obnoxiously small smidgeons of doubt and nothing but minuscule drops of worry. He awoke contentedly prepared for another day.
However now these feelings were oblivious.
Tidal waves which uprise the ocean are so much more powerful than zephyr attempting to force them the other way. Mischievous plans even anecdotes are suppressed under the ocean of worry which now weighed him down in bed. Before the sounds of the children giggling youthfully and the products whisking off the shelves were comfort, now they simply reminded George of everything which had been taken away - all of which he is helpless of regaining.
George lays in bed, in the apartment above the shop, and hears these sounds from below and once again the ocean weighs him down.
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down - george weasley
Fanfiction"it's like walking around with a stone for a heart people swimming in honey as your life falls apart it's dark and it's cold and there's no way out i felt like you once i wish i could shout" in which george weasley is down ---------- [inspired by "...
