It’s about Fred II, George’s son, and it was supposed to be this little fic about how Fred and Fred II were and weren’t alike, and about Fred II learning about his namesake. But I’m writing this scene were George is talking to Angelina about his twin, and ohmygosh I’m tearing up just thinking about losing someone that’s so close to you that you do everything together, one moment having someone like that there with you and the next moment they’re dead. I’m an only child and I’m tearing up at the thought of it. It’s kind of ridiculous, I know, but I just hope that I’m writing it in such a way that anyone who reads it will have the same reaction.
