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George stands in the doorway and stares. Stares at the clothes strewn across the floor, bed covers rumpled and papers spread across the table. Everything had the distinct look, feel, smell of Fred. George leaned against the side of the doorway, fists clenched.
Everyone had gone back to the Burrow when they left Hogwarts. Everyone had set huddled together, quite and subdued, mourning in their own way. George had stayed as long as he could handle it; then stood up abruptly, shook his head and turned on the spot, Disapparating back to their-no his shop.
Now that he was alone, he could let himself fall apart like he’d wanted to since he saw his twin’s body. George closed his eyes and his breath caught. His slid down the side of the doorway, crumpling onto the ground with a sob.