"Hello, my name is Flora, please sit down" She said gesturing to the chairs and couch. "I will be your theripist" "Great, thx" Dad said saddly. "So, why are you here?" She asked. " Well, um...a relative died" Dad replied, pushing the tears back with all his might. "Was the person a brother, sister, uncle, mom, dad, etc?" "He, um.. was.. my..brother,..my twin" George responded. "Would you mind me asking how he died?" Flora asked. "um.. a..a..wall..exploded..." dad said. "What a way to die!" Flora said, writing on her pad. "How long ago did he die?" She asked. "A couple of years ago" "Well, I think I can help you Mr. Weasley" She said. "Thx you!" Mom said very happly.