Date: 8 August 1998.
Time of Day: 2:03 am
Characters: George Weasley, Verity Thruston
Location: the front till, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Diagon Alley
Status: Private.
Brief Summary: the letter to Verity mentioned
hereComplete
Verity ~
I wish I could explain to your heart’s content everything that’s been happening to me since we re-opened the shop. But I think you and I both know that it’s not in my style to pour my heart out to anyone, much less take anything more seriously than a Ton Tongue Toffee. However, I do owe you an explanation. What I need you to understand first, however, is that I’m doing my best to write this as if I were writing it to myself, without jokes, without pretense, without hidden messages. A heart-to-heart, as it were. If I fail completely, at least smile knowing I was in a good enough mood to crack a joke or several.
If I could explain to you accurately all the things I’ve been feeling and experiencing, I’d be Percy; too emotional smart for my own good. Fortunately, however, I’m just George, so all I can really describe is that I feel guilty.
Seeing you and talking to you at The Burrow and away from the shop showed me that. I’ve been unfair. I’ve made you do all the work and left you to teach Ron. I’ve completely abandoned my post as owner of W.W.W. and abused the gifts I’ve been given by not spending any time inventing. And if I were just a boss, who paid you in return for services, I’d be a shite boss, sure, but that’s it.
I’m not though. I’m your friend too and for that I owe you an apology.
This is completely against my better character and I’ve never really done or meant this before in my entire life but I’ve had a very sobering evening and I’m feeling sort of truth-some. So let me just say before my quill runs dry:
I’m truly and honestly, sorry. Merlin’s beard, I’m sorry, Verity.
You deserve a much better friend than me. And I promise I’m going to make it right again -- back to the way things used to be. Or as close to it as I can.
~ George.