Angelina Johnson walked down Diagon Ally, not thinking about anything in particular; then she saw it around the corner. She strode towards the front entrance to get a better look at the tall and extravagant building, towering over in its bright colors; The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Joke Shop. Angelina hadn't been there in ages, so she decided to take a look inside. It was full of little Aviatomobiles flying around and the naïve kids trying Ton-Tongue Toffees and Canary Creams and running around in Headless Hats. Turning the corner, she looked around for the front cashier's desk, and found him sitting there. As soon as the young kids cleared, she walked up.

"Hello, George," she said thoughtfully.

"Oh," George was a bit startled to see her, "Hi, Angelina. It's been a long time." He's got a smile on his face - though it isn't quite as bright she remembers - and his red hair is grown out to cover his absence of a left ear. "What brings you here?" George asks simply.

"Thought I'd just stop by," she said. "I haven't been here since you and…" Angelina stopped before she said his name. George didn't flinch but she could have sworn she'd seen his pupils grow narrow. "…since you and your brother opened it." She'd never realized it would be harder for her to think about the dreadful loss with Fred's twin brother standing in front of her. She took a deep breath, not wanting to get emotional. When she looked to see no one was close by she whispered to him, "Are you doing alright?" empathetically.

George looked down at his own feet and sighed. "I'm okay. It gets a little bit better every day," he said pretending to scratch the back of his neck. "I've got Ron helping out in the shop now, so it's doesn't get too lonely."

Angelina wanted to be able to say she'd felt the same, but there was no way all of her grief could have been the equivalent to what George – or any of Fred's family – must have felt. Along the walls behind the cashier's desk hung pictures and a couple daily prophet clippings containing Fred and other friends and family. As well as a magical moving picture of the twins above a plate that wrote founders. "It's been real nice to see you again," she said, "Tell the others I said hello, will you?"

A smile came through on George's slightly freckled face. "Yeah, I will," he answered. "It's been nice seeing you too."

Giving a small wave and smile back, Angelina started making her way out the vivid joke shop. But she was instantly stopped by the sound of her name being called. She turned around to see George in same spot but leaning over the counter top with a hopeful grin across his face.

"Would you like to go get a butterbeer with me? Er, tomorrow?"

The thought hadn't really occurred to her before, but now nothing sounded like a more pleasant offer. "Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at five, then?"