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George Weasley was in The Three Broomsticks when Angelina Johnson found him, sitting at the bar with a bottle of butterbeer and a shot of firewhiskey in front of him. Madam Rosmerta was shooting him worried glances from the other end of the bar.
"How many has he had?" Angelina said softly.
"That's in first round," Rosmerta replied. "So far. That's what I'm worried about."
Angelina nodded to her and approached George.
"Hi George,"
George didn't speak. He glanced at her and then, in one smooth motion, tossed back the shot.
"You and Fred," he said, talking to the empty glass."Had your first date in here. Unless you count the Yule Ball, I don't know whether you did. Anyway, I was watching from here."
"Yes," Angelina said. It wasn't a good response, she didn't know what to say.
"I've been thinking about writing an autobiography, "Magical Me", I don't think anyone's used that before right?" A smile without any sort of joy or mirth disfigured George's face. "Because it's just me now."
Angelina sat down on the stool next to him and ordered a butterbeer and two firewhiskeys from a reproachful Rosmerta.
It was going to be a long night.