(This idea comes from a concept I came across on TikTok a while back. I could not find the user once again, so if you have any credits place let me know in my credit document ♥️)

Molly just couldn't seem to let go of the fact that Fred was gone.

Constantly knitting him sweaters every Christmas since the battle with the classic F plastered on the front. Buying his favorite foods..

Yet, what stuck the most seemed to be the fact that she continued to place a hot plate of food at Fred's seat every dinner.

In this instance, the entire family was there for thanksgiving. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and many more dishes lined the table. Along with the family. Even Bill and Charlie had come in.

Each day hurts more with each year that passes.

"Alright-.. The corn is coming up soon and then we'll be ready to eat!"

Molly sighed with a lopsided smile as she placed an already filled plate of food at Fred's empty seat, causing everyone in attendance to take a momentary pause.

"Mum-"

"I've got it, George."

Charlie sighed as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He stood up and walked over to Fred's empty spot at the table, taking the steaming plate of food from the table.

It seemed as if the air had grown incredibly thick with tension at that moment. Even more so than usual.