It had been a few days since Iris had last seen George Weasley. She wasn't sure what to think about it. After their argument outside the Ice Cream Parlour, Iris had returned to her room rather annoyed at the world. And especially at him. She hadn't particularly wanted to see him for the first two days. Knowing that she needed some space, and so did he. They obviously had different opinions on how to go on living after loosing their twins. Iris was aware it was time for her to try living as an individual. Whereas George seemed to think that continuing on as if nothing had changed masked the fact that Fred was now gone. 

Iris had pondered whether perhaps it was a little different considering Iris and Lavender where never identical twins. They had one layer of difference in the bond. Unlike the two Weasley boys, they could not swap places, it would be pointless to try. After all, with their mother being black and their father white, and both girls taking after a single parent, it was impossible to swap places. And Iris supposed that other than being able to swap places, there was another slightly different part of the bond of being identical twins. And maybe that was one of the bigger drawbacks to George's own grievance process. Whereas when Iris looked in the mirror and only really saw herself, other than on the odd occasion her brain tried to trick itself, George must have seen his brother staring back every single time. 

But that would only indicate that he needed more support and help. That he really needed to work out who he was as an individual not as part of a pair. Because until he could see himself as his own person, he wouldn't be able to start living in honour of Fred. He wouldn't be able to move on with his grief and remember the good times with his brother, he would remain focused on the fact that he was no longer there. 

However, no matter how much she thought on the topic, Iris could do nothing about it. She could not force someone who did not want help, into going to get it. For if he did not believe he needed it, then the sessions would not be worth going to. All she could do is wonder and settle on working on herself. Making it so that she continued getting better and not worse. She wanted to continue her progress, not stay stagnant because one person told her he didn't think she was doing the right thing. 

Therefore, Iris had one thing she needed to do next. The last task Murli had set her, at her session was to go and see her sister. Something, Iris had not done, not properly in over a year. Iris spoke to Lavender, all the time just like she was beside her, and every time she did so Iris had to come to the terms that she wasn't going to get that response. Yet since the day her family had laid Lavender to rest in their home town of Nottingham, Iris had not been back to visit. 

She had spent their 19th birthday in Hogsmede drunk as a fiddle. That first Christmas her family had spent away from Nottingham seeing her grandparents in Scotland. Any excuse to try and mask what had truly happened. This meant that the visit was way over due. Iris was certain her mother had been to visit a couple times, her father maybe once. But she had personally never gone. Not ready to really face what she was about to see. Knowing that by visiting her sister's resting place, that it would finally settle in. 

For she knew, she had known for a couple months now, that she liked to trick herself into thinking that Lavender wasn't really dead. That she was in some very incredible dream. An alternate universe would be a better description. That one day her sister would walk through the door with a laugh and an excuse as to where she had been for the last year and a half. Yet this wasn't true. Lavender would never do what Iris wanted her to do. For she was never coming back. 

Therefore, when Iris walked through the gate of Nottingham General Cemetery she could feel those emotions she had been refusing to acknowledge finally creep up on her. She could feel the remorse, the self hatred and the self loathing. But the thing she felt the most in that moment was the loneliness. The fact that she was now alone in the world without her best friend. Without her second piece. And as she stood in front of Lavender's grave, the small framed photo of her perched at the front of the headstone, she could only recall just how much she missed her sister being by her side. 

"Oh look, you're surrounded by mess. You have made this place just like your bedroom." Iris found herself talking out loud, though she would never expect a response it made it feel a little bit more tolerable. And she moved so that she could brush off the fallen leaves and twigs which covered the plot. Once satisfied with the way Lavender's plot looked, after deeming that she had cleared enough of the mess, Iris took to crouching down beside the headstone. 

"So I don't know what mum and dad have told you, but the world's gone bonkers. The ministry put in this mandated Marriage Law. And I've been partnered with George Weasley." Iris started and for a second she could hear the wind whistle as if her sister was listening and very much excited to hear what she was going to say next. 

"I can recall that time you flopped on my bed when we were maybe 14 daydreaming about the Weasley Twins. 'Iris I don't know which one's which but they're the most gorgeous pair of brothers I've ever seen'. I bet you probably see a lot of Fred right? You both passed away close to one another. A couple minutes in it I reckon." Iris ran her fingers along the headstone as she spoke. The cool cement texture met her touch and she felt the shiver which ran up her arms. 

"And he's gorgeous, that hasn't changed in the slightest. Lav, you'd be having a go at me for taking things so slow. But I'm not sure it will work out. Neither of us are okay without our other halves and whilst I'm trying to be without you. He just can't." 

"And it's not like I want to forget you. I doubt I ever will. We came onto this earth together, we were supposed to leave it together. But that obviously didn't happen. Now I need to work out how I'm supposed to move on without you." 

"I'm the older twin, it should have been the other way around. Yet here we are, I'm standing six feet over you and I have no clue what direction I'm going to head in next." 

"But I'll remember to do you the one favour you asked of me. I will never name any children I have Lavender. If I did, I'm sure you'd find a way to bring me to you. Wherever you are." 

As Iris stood there, the wind only seemed to pick up. And she wondered if it was possible her sister was sending her a message. She wasn't sure exactly what it was supposed to mean, but she knew that it would be a message of support irregardless.