A/N: This takes place two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, assuming that Victoire Weasley was 17 in the epilogue. Yes, I really did a lot of calculations… With the help of GailLucindaAutor (thank you for that). The one-shot is actually more of a two-shot, with "And Carry On" following this one. It's based off of the saying 'Keep Calm and Carry on".

Ginny: 18

Ron: 19

George: 22 (I had to delete Fred… D': )

Percy: 23

Charlie: 27

Bill: 28

The room was still. Outside, on the street below, shoppers chattered and peered at the many products displayed in Diagon Alley's shops. Light shone in through the window, highlighting dozens of packages on the floor: different proofs for a new line of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products. Sitting among them was a hunched figure. Between pale hands, a shock of red hair was visible.

George Weasley shuddered slightly, taking deep breaths through his nose. The attack had come suddenly, triggered by the mere sight of the purple ribbon Fred had favored so much.

George, think of how much better the purple would look, rather than the gold! It would almost be classy.

This is a joke shop, Fred. It isn't classy. And we're doing gold ribbon with purple packaging. The orders have been sent out!

You're no fun.

The memory had surfaced, unbidden, from the dark crevices of his mind where George tucked away all his thoughts from before the war. He had been looking at new packaging designs, when he saw the demurely wrapped box, tied off with the purple ribbon. Immediately, the flashbacks had started. Promises, both kept and broken. Quiet moments, and times lit by raucous laughter. Nights spent hovering over the latest project. Nights spent hovering over his brother's body.

George gasped softly, wrenching himself away from the recollections. He could not let himself sink back into them, not now that he had come so far. It had been months since the last incident- George had thought the flashbacks were gone.

Think of the good things, he told himself. What are you doing this week?

That was a safe train of thought. First, coffee with Angelina. The two had grown closer after Fred's passing, and George had made it a point to meet with her whenever he could. Tomorrow, a meeting with the family. They would come up to Diagon Alley to see him, and Bill was bringing his new baby girl. Victoire, George recalled. The baby had been born on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, a spark of brightness on that solemn day.

His breath slowed back to normal, George stood, careful not to step on any of the packages littered around his feet. Padding across the floor, he slid on his shoes and made to put on his coat. A light breeze wafting over George alerted him to the open window. Crossing to it, he leaned his weight on the rusty frame and pushed it close.

Day by day, step by step. There'll be good days and bad days. You can do this…

Fred's advice still rang true. While he had been talking about the stresses of running a joke shop, to George, it meant much more than that. It was the memory that was allowing him to let go.

You just have to keep calm.

A/N: I saw this as George having some form of PTSD. I'm sorry it's so short, I just felt like I didn't want to stretch it out too long. What did you think? I love getting reviews from you people.