Headstones and Heartache((open))

Bonnie sat on the muddy ground, not caring that the brown sludge was ruining her grey jeans, rain pounding down on her small frame. She held a rather large rock tight in her hand, pressing her lips together as to stop the tears that threatened to spill out and down her cheeks. Reaching to the left and picking up a smaller rock, she began to carve something into the larger one that she held tightly. When she was finished, she threw the pebble over her shoulder and set the big rock in her lap. She then leaned forward and began to dig a hole into the ground in front of her. Not a big hole, but big enough. She tilghted her head, biting gently into her lip as she set the rock in the hole and moved mud around it so that it stood directly from the ground. She stared at the words carved into the stone for a moment before tears mixed with the rain that poured down her face. Aunt Julie it said. A very wet, very distraught Griffith watched her from atop one of the larger headstones beside her, his head tilted.

George had been wandering around the graveyard for some time. He was hunhed over the grave of his ex girlfriend. She had died durring the war at Hogwarts. The ginger sighed, setting another white lilly down atop her grave, clearing off the dead ones. A noise cought his attention. A shuffle, the squish of mud, the ruffle of an owls feathers, and sobbing. He glanced over, a girl was bent over a tomb, soaked hunhe rain. She looked rather cold, at this rate shed catch a cold. George inched over, taking his coat off and curling it around her. It was enchanted with warming and drying spells. He wandlessly cast a spell, a bubble formed around them to keep the both of them dry. When finished he knelt down, smiling a bit. "Youll catch your death out here. How come your out in the rain with no umbrella?". He raised a brow, crossing his arms.

Bonnie jumped, letting out a surprised squeak, when something rather warm was wrapped around her. Glancing up, she noticed George, the nice man from the owelery. She turned, ducking her face and hiding behind the damp red tendrils of her hair. She quickly whiped at her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. "Well, uhm, it started to rain..And I guess I didn't notice..." she worried her lower lip, fiddling with the ring on her index finger.

George chuckled and raised a brow, shaking his head a bit. "You really expect me to believe that? I am a weasley, master of trickery. Youll have to be more convincing than that." he slouched over and wandlessly cast a drying spell on her, his brow furrowing as he cast a warming spell on the bubble.

She blinked and pursed her lips in frustration, staring down at her hands. She tilted her head, shaking out her now dried red curls and glancing up at the man. "I wanted to give my aunt a headstone..She deserves it." she then looked at the medium-sized stone sticking from the ground.