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12/01/2021 11:16 PM 

Slytherin Captain'

Why should I trust you after everything you’ve done?

 

George sat in the front row of the funeral. All he could do was stare at the coffin that held his twin brother, Fred. He wasn’t processing what was being said, not that he cared at the moment. He didn’t care what was going on around him. He just didn’t want to deal with today. But Mrs. Weasley insisted that George attend the funeral, say his last goodbye to Fred. Not that George really wanted to say goodbye to his twin. That made it all the more real to him, that Fred was no longer with him, with his family like he should be.

 

After about an hour, people were filing out of the court yard of Hogwarts and into the castle, which was still being rebuilt. But McGonagall had insisted on having the funerals at the school. Not that George wanted to be back there so soon. He had missed Tonk and Lupins funeral, but he had to attend Fred’s. Mrs. Weasley wasn’t having it when he repeatedly said no, not wanting to face the truth of Fred being gone.

 

George had sat for twenty minutes before Bill and Charlie finally managed to get the crying male to leave. He felt out of it, still having a hard time trying to process anything. He sat at the end of one of the tables, Firewhiskey in hand, when Marcus Flint approached him. The male stood there awkwardly, seeming like he wasn’t sure what to say. “If you have something to say Flint, just say it” George said flatley. He just wanted to go home.

 

“I just wanted to say” Marcus paused, like it was hard for him to say it “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about Fred” He finally managed to get out. “I know I wasn’t always the nicest, but I respect you two and what you managed to do with your shop” George eyed him suspiciously.

 

“Why should I trust you after everything you’ve done?” George asked as he looked up from where he sat. “After everything you’ve done, why should I trust you?” George asked. In school Marcus had put on the act of a Slytherin, but George didn’t know him well enough to know it was an act. 

 

Marcus looked down then back to George “That’s fair” He said as he put his hands into his pockets. “I came today to pay my respect to Fred. and to you, you can accept what I say, or not, but I really am sorry for the loss of Fred” He said again, before leaving George alone at the table.


 

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