I just couldn't leave poor George with that despairing poem I wrote right after I finished the book. So here's another one that imagines him a little while later, having reopened the joke shop with Ron at his side...
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
I've had a chance to grieve now. While I will always mourn
The loss of the companion I had since I was born,
The passing of a brother I cherished from the womb,
I'm not prepared to join him. I won't embrace the tomb.
The shop doors have reopened. I'm back to telling jokes
And sharing mirth and mischief with merry-making folks.
They nosh our nosebleed nougats and crunch canary creams;
They slip into the bliss of our patented daydreams.
They set off wildfire whiz-bangs, which still leave Filch in tears,
Crash whispered conversations with stretchy, dangling ears,
Dissolve into the darkness with powder from Peru
And, causing consternation, distribute U-No-Poo.
I laugh as I imagine the censure in Fred's face
On learning Ickle Ronniekins works here in his place.
He's got a head for business; we're raking in the dough.
I sometimes think that we were too hard on him, you know.
The world is now more peaceful, and happiness can reign.
It's nice to think I aid in assuaging people's pain.
Although my twin has left me, he isn't really gone;
Through Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, his memory lives on.
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Sigh. So good to hear (via your poem) that George might one day move on. I think he could...and probably did...but I also think it might have taken a very long time. And I don't think he would ever lose that feeling of being incomplete with his twin gone.
Love the wistful sounding line about them having been too hard on Ron!
They really did give Ron a hard time, didn't they? Poor guy... Though at least they saved his dignity at a couple of school dances by getting him those new robes...
Thinking about George just makes me so sad. I can't bear to think such a vibrant, fun-loving person would be doomed to a life of misery after losing his constant companion; hard as it is to imagine him on his own, I'm sure Fred wouldn't want that either. And of course, he really isn't on his own. Being part of such a large, caring family, all of whom also loved Fred deeply, must be a great comfort to him...
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