Waldosia/// George Weasley

Waldosia/// George Weasley

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Waldosia: n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain's way of checking to see whether they're still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day. After the war, George Weasley looked for Fred in every face he saw. He looked for his twin brother, his other half, his familial soulmate each and every time he entered a crowd, hoping that by some miracle he would find him; That the war had never happened and was just a nightmare, that Fred had never died. But one day, as his mind subconsciously looked about for Fred, he stumbled into someone that turned his entire life around. He stumbled right into the arms of Clover. George Weasley x OC {extended summary inside} (All characters, plots, and aspects of this story belonging to the Harry Potter Universe are credited to JK Rowling.)
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