"You know what Fred, I'm tired of this!"
"Awe, Angel you don't mean that."
"Yes, yes I do Fred! I'm tired; I am sick and tired of you and all your crap! We've been going out for three years now, and I always thought; that underneath all the stunts and jokes, you really loved me." Angelina was pacing the back and forth in front of Fred. For his part, Fred was more than mildly surprised at this turn of events. He had come home after a long day at the shop hoping to find his Angel waiting with a hug, some comforting words and perhaps a snog. But Angelina had wanted to go out. There was some party her friend was holding and it was a must to attend. But he just wanted to stay home and rest. Might as well have told her he wanted to get the dark mark. Before Fred had even gotten his bearings Angelina was up in arms and reaming him well and good.
"Honey, Angelina, I swear I do love you! I'm just really not in the mood to go out."
"You're never in the mood to go out! I swear Fred you're ashamed of me!!" Whatever had happened to his nice, peaceful night in?
"Angelina I'm not ashamed of you, it was a long day an-"
"And nothing Fred! You never want to go out; we never do anything I want to do!"
Fred was speechless; since he could remember what Angelina wanted, Angelina got. He had never really minded, nothing was too good for his girl, but she couldn't possibly have been ignorant to the balance of power. "It's always the Quidditch match for your team or your family dinners or your furniture in the flat. I'm not even a part of this relationship anymore!" Fred was flabbergasted
"You can't believe that Angelina, you can't possibly feel that way!" He pleaded, still reeling from her statement "This is silly, we're both tired and frustrated… Let's, let's just talk tomorrow. Come on, let's just go to bed." He gives her a timid grin which quickly fades at the thunder in her face.
"I can believe that Fred! I do feel that way! I am not tired; I want to go out to Julie's party. But no, you want to go to bed. Let me tell you, I'm not going to bed with you for a very long time!" Fred cringes at her biting tone, eerily reminiscent of his mother.
"Alright sweetheart" he says soothingly "Just let me conjure a bed for the living room."
"No. I want you out of the flat!" Fred stares at her in shock
"What! It's my flat Angie; you haven't helped with the bills since WWW got a second location."
"That's not the point! Just get out; go to George's or something, just don't come back until you're ready for an adult relationship." Fred gaped at her in dismay "Well?"
Snapping out of his stupor Fred straightened to his considerable height and stared down at Angelina.
"Until I'm ready for an adult relationship? You wouldn't recognize one if it hexed you in the face! You take absolutely no responsibility for anything Angie. You're like a spoilt child throwing a tantrum because they didn't get their way!"
"Just, just shut up Fred! You don't understand anything. It's not like you're grown up either with your silly juvenile pranks!"
"Silly pranks?" Fred's face darkens at this "Silly pranks are what dresses you in your nice robes and gets you to those parties you love so much and pays for this bloody flat! Me and my silly pranks pretty much own you!" Angelina gasps, drawing herself up to spew her anger back at him.
"How dare you! You don't own me Fred Weasley and you never have!" She hissed dangerously
"Well I do own the fla-"
"That's not the point!" she screeched shrilly
"I'm not leaving!" Fred announced stubbornly, huffing and petulantly crossing his arms.
"Yes. You. Are." Angelina gritted out, Fred could sense the danger approaching but still shook his head. Staring at him penetratingly, she nodded once, abruptly, before turning around, walking into the bedroom, and slamming the door. Fred, looking mildly dazed, eyed up the door to the bedroom. He wondered whether this meant he should just sleep in the living room and was just working up the courage to go ask her when the door flew open with a bang startling him. Angelina strode towards him carrying one of her many handbags.
"Are you going out?" He asked, glancing at the bag.
"No, you are." She chucked the hand bag at him, catching him in the side of the face with considerable force for such a small thing. Curious, he picked up the handbag peering inside only to see all of his belongings, shrunken to fit within the hideously expensive accessory. "Get out Fred."
"For Merlin's sake Angelina I told you; it's my flat!"
"And I'm telling you. So?!"
"You can't make me leave!"
"Watch me." With that she whipped out her wand from the depths of her robes and quickly levitated both Fred and her purse.
"Angelina, put me down! Argh!" Ignoring Fred, she floated him quickly out of the flat, out of the building, and onto the street. There with a flick of her wrist she chucked him to the concrete and walked back into the building.
"Told you you'd leave." She called back to him, lying on the slightly damp concrete
"Not like I'd want to stay with you, you cow!"
"You didn't have a choice," she rebutted just as she was entering the building "I don't stick with wizards who can't… perform."
"Hey, you weren't exactly enjoyable yourself love! All I can say is: I spent a lot of nights just lying back and thinking of England!" He shouted after her just as the doors closed behind her. From inside you could hear a highly unattractive, if muffled, shriek of anger.
Grumbling, Fred picked himself up off the sidewalk and dusted himself off. He guessed he was going to be visiting George tonight, but not before some Firewhiskey, swiping up the purse and swinging it on to his shoulder. And so, with an abrupt pop he apparated to the nearest pub.
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