"Mum, Dad... Angelina and I are getting married."

Dad was ecstatic. Mum just about fainted.

"Finally plucked up the courage to ask her, eh? I'm proud of you, son." I received a swift pat on the shoulder.

Mum pulled me into a hug. "Oh, Fred!"

She realized her mistake not even a second later. She pulled out of the hug, and covered her face with her hands. She darted out of the room, letting out a small groan. Dad followed. I stood there, slightly shocked. It'd been years since the war. Never once has she mentioned Fred since the funeral.

I shook my head and followed my parents into the other room. Mum was crying on Dad's shoulder. He was rubbing her back, attempting to calm the violent sobs erupting from her. Attempting to quiet the groans escaping her mouth.

It took a good ten minutes to get her to calm down. When she did, she stood up, hugged me, and said, "I am so sorry, Georgie."

I hugged her back, laughing and shaking my head. "Honestly, woman. You call yourself our mother?"

A/N: Very short, I know. I promised my dear friend Strawberry Fields4EverAndAlways (just.. minus the spaces) A.K.A Megan (Siriusly.. go look at her work. She's brilliant.) a Hunger Games fic. Unfortunately, it's located on my flashdrive. And the computer I'm using doesn't support the file type. So, in order to keep her from nagging me for a few days or so, (hopefully even a few hours..) I wrote up this little thing. Hope you enjoyed it!