Always and forever | George Weasley

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"Yes Ms.Carny? Come to give another excuse as to why you haven't returned your books from five years ago?" The bitter man, Mr. Pearlman who had been the clerk for a long time snarled.

"I need a fantastic beasts book. Please tell me you've got one." Esbeth ran up to the desk in the extravagant store, which had glass beads hanging from the ceiling, as well as billowing green curtains.

"There's one over there." The man pointed to the back of the store, and both girls ran over, searching through the Scamander collections, until they saw the book.

Esbeth pulled it out, and ran through the glass beads, in an insane rush, knowing someone would be back soon looking for her and Ginny.

"Threw galleons." He held out his hand, as he lifted his ankles onto the desk, relaxing as he read a book titled 'The mysteries of our ministry'

Esbeth tossed the few galleons she had into his hand, and ran out of the store, and through town holding Ginny's hand until they reached the shop.

"Ok, no ones inside." Ginny said, peeking through a window of the shop and dragging Esbeth in.

"Should I bring something else?" Esbeth said in a hurry, grabbing one of George's jackets from the coat rack near the door, and tucking the book under her arm.

"No, no I'll go first, I'll tell them you just needed to use the restroom."

Ginny grabbed a handful of flew powder, and erupted into a cloud of green flames and smoke that burned esbeth's eyes.

"Ok, ok." Esbeth muttered to herself.

She almost stepped into the fireplace, but felt her heart sink, and drop down to her stomach when she heard the flat door creak open, knowing only the twins had keys.

"Esbeth?" George asked, as he leaned on the railing next to the balcony of the flat.

"George..I was just about to leave-."

"You forgot, didn't you?" He sunk his back in.

"George-."

"You forgot. You forgot Esbeth." He started back into the flat, rubbing his forehead.

Esbeth turned up the stairs, and into the flat, where George was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands.

"George I'm sorry. I was so busy yesterday- I was- I was going to get you something."

"Stop making excuses! Dammit Esbeth!" He shot up out of his seat, and began pacing. "You never care! You know nothing about me, you've never cared, have you? You forgot our seventh too! And all you care about is my body! You even pulled Ginny into this, didn't you?"

"George wait!"

"No! You're ridiculous! I care about you so much, why can't you just care about me? Care
To take the time to get to know what I like? Jesus Christ Esbeth."

"I know that you prefer winter to summer, but say you like summer because the rest of your family does."

George stopped in his tracks, his back turned to her still.

"I know that you like when people say 'George and Fred' because it makes you feel important.
I know you prefer classical music."

"Esbeth- this is completely besides the point-."

"I know you prefer tea over coffee, and you also don't like milk in your tea. You prefer writing to reading. And I also know that you think I don't care about you, when in fact I care about you more than anything."

He turned again, looking at her, his eyes pooling with tears. Rage, sadness, or anxiety, he couldn't tell which were causing the tears.

"I'm standing here, George, and I see you in front of me. And even through we aren't doing our best, I'm still happy. You know why? Because you're here. And I love you. I love you, George."

He opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, but nothing came out, except for a whimper, and a harsh judgements breath.

"Let's just go. They don't need to know about this." Esbeth said, yanking him into the hallway,and down the stairs.

"Shop closed?" A familiar voice trailed from down the stairs.

Pansy.