the painter // george weasley //

6

The Two Families, Mihály Munkácsy

Olive was at the tea shop early one morning, a few days after her interaction with George. Rose Grey, was the old woman who runs the tea shop, and became really close with Olive. Olive went in a lot to just talk to the older witch.

"I shouldn't of forced him to hang out with me.." She mumbled into her tea cup

"Oh, dear.. You didn't force him to do anything, he went with you." Rose sat down next to Olive

"I keep replaying the conversation in my head, trying to figure out if I said something wrong or insensitive..." Olive sighed, looking at the clock behind the counter, "And now I have to go to the Weasley's in a hour for their weekly meeting.. And for the first time, I'm actually hoping he misses it again.."

"Olive.." Rose gently grabbed Olives chin and turned it towards herself, "You are helping so many families, you didn't upset George... He could of just had a bad day and didn't want to take it out of you."

"Maybe you're right.. I just.. these meetings and paintings are suppose to help the families and if I did upset him in anyway.. I don't want to make the process harder for him."

"You are too good for this world sometimes." Rose smiled, "Now get up! And go do what you do best, make people smile." She pulled the young witch up from her seat and pushed her out the door.

"Alright, alright!" Olive laughed stumbling out to the main road.

Back at the Burrow, everyone was at breakfast when they heard a crack in the front yard..

"Oh, she's early!" Charlie said getting up and walking to to the front door. When he opened it, he saw his brother looking very lost. George was just staring at the house, not taking note of Charlie watching him from the door.

"Mum.." Charlie whispered, "He's here."

"Georgie?" Ginny shot up from her seat, and running out to the front yard and engulfing him in a hug. "George!" She smiled up at her brother, "You came."

"Yeah.." He sighed, "Can I talk to you."

"Of course you can.." She furrowed her brow.

The two of them walked to the vegetable garden, and sat on a bench.

"I think I might of upset Olive.." He ran his hands through his hair

"I don't think so.." She looked over at him, "Why would you say that?"

"I met up with her the other day, and she brought me to go get pizza and then.." He kind of smiled, which Ginny took notice, "She brought me to the top of Big Ben.."

"She what?!" Ginny snorted, "Like the clock in London?"

"I know, and she didn't even ask me to talk about them when we were there.. She was just talking about random stuff and she was funny..."

"So why would she be mad at you?"

"I left her.."

"What?"

"I got to thinking, about Fred and I just left.." He cringed, finally looking over at her, "i just left her."

"Wait..." she laughed, "George, you left the poor girl on top of Big Ben.."

"I know.." He chuckled, " and I feel awful."

"Well don't think too much about it. She doesn't seem like the person to be the grudge holding type." She laughed getting up and placing out her hand, "Let's go eat some breakfast, everyone is excited that you're here."