![]() Anger was an unfamiliar emotion to George Weasley he didn't like it. A ripple of anger coursed through him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists. He thought of the last time he and Fred had locked up, ready to fight for the cause without once entertaining the idea that they wouldn't be back running the shop together in no time. While he'd been about to perform the charms to unlock the door, he'd abruptly stopped himself without even consciously deciding to do it. ![]() George lingered outside the rear entrance of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The sky was overcast, and there was a chill in the air that seemed to fit his mood perfectly. He'd decided to come back on a Sunday, when most of the other shops would be closed, and Diagon Alley would be devoid of customers. He wasn't expecting it to be easy yet somehow he hadn't expected it would be this hard. ![]()
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