As Lavender Brown's body lay amongst the ruins of what was once her home, she watched a family grieve the loss of one of their own, wondering why fate had so cruelly dealt them such cards. From a young age, all she wanted was to love and be loved in...
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»»» OF all the things that could and did go wrong,George finding out his hiding spot was definitely not one of them. What did make the list was how it caused Fred to stumble backwards in surprise, grabbing onto the closest thing he could reach, which happened to be a dustbin. This of course was resting on a stack of carefully placed boxes, each one tilted in a specific manner to balance with the next, all of which quickly followed suit. To top it all off, as he attempted to cushion his fall, his hand fell into a wet sticky substance that he had no intention of thinking any further about.
"Hi?" Fred offered eventually, after the commotion had finally died down. His eyes met that of his brother, knowing that this time, he could see him properly and there was no way he could pretend otherwise.
They stared at each other briefly, until George cracked a smile, which stretched out into a grin, and not before too long he was laughing at the sight of his brother. Fred joined in too, stopping short when he leaned his arm back again, only to get a second dose of the unnamed substance.
"I've been saying for ages how this system just doesn't work, but someone refuses to listen," George said dryly, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall, perfectly content with watching his brother flail around and struggle under the weight of all the boxes and rubbish.
"Oh shut up. Here, have one, I know they're your favourite," Fred said, tossing a banana peel in his direction. George slinked his shoulder away and watched it land on the street ahead, turning back with a raised eyebrow at his brother.
"What are you doing here?" George asked, narrowing his eyes a fraction. Fred paused in his fumbling, taking a moment to remind himself of where his brother believed they were. He had stormed off after a particularly difficult argument, one that he spent the better part of the past year blocking out of his memories.
"This is my store too, or have you written me out of it already?" Fred quipped back, pointing at the building next-door. His throat clenched, but it seemed his brother was in a far better mood than he expected.
"Jury is still out."
Fred exhaled in relief, the conversation had all the tell tale signs of going south quickly, but he had no intention of letting that happen. Even if it meant humiliating himself by sitting in the garbage whilst his brother watched in amusement.
"Are you with her?" George gestured his head to the place where he envisioned Lavender was still standing in the store. That was at least, if she decided to remain there.
What he didn't know was that she didn't really have a choice, forced to stay put in order to prevent any unwanted ghostly apparitions. But she was certainly making use of her time by rearranging the Pygmy Puffs in a way that she knew was not obviously noticeable, but enough to drive Fred crazy.
"How have you been?" Fred said instead, not meeting his gaze.
