Losing your twin is something that can't really be explained. It's like... There's an endless ache inside your chest, and it never goes away. Every time you look in the mirror, it hurts, like a knife being driven a bit deeper into your heart, and you wonder if there's even a point to living anymore. And almost nobody in the entire world understands./GEORGE'S POV UP!/ COMPLETE!/

This is what happens when you mix me, Harry Potter, and complete exaustion at two o'clock in the morning... The Maurauders, boredom, note passing and History of Magic. Need I say more?