[You bastard, Fred Weasley. He's now had to watch you die twice, you pillock. George's eyes harden behind the tears, and he masks it with another wipe across his face.]
You died, Fred. You bloody died again in my glass of water.
[The rage from before fills him again, making him want to lash out, grab everything that's nearby and break it. Instead his hands clench onto the counter behind him, turning his knuckles white.]
a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;
You died, Fred. You bloody died again in my glass of water.
[The rage from before fills him again, making him want to lash out, grab everything that's nearby and break it. Instead his hands clench onto the counter behind him, turning his knuckles white.]