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Title: Ci Vidiamo
Description: Collecting data was her love, Charlotte often said, and the last thing she needed was a distraction. It also didn't help that she was arse over elbows in love with Fred Weasly. (Non DH), FW/OC + many more.

This one's for Fred

It was seven in the morning and a sleepy looking researcher could not believe she was awake instead of curled up in bed on one of the coldest mornings she had ever experienced in all her years of living in her Pittenweem home.

Charlotte Wilson glared at the reason she was awake

"Oh, come on Lottie don't give me that look. You have got to get out of your home, and interact with the rest of the world" George Weasley's floating head said through her fireplace, "Fred and I haven't seen you in ages… and you call us your best mates"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "You sod. I was at your flat two days ago"

Charlotte, or Lottie as Fred and George called her, had befriended the twins shortly after they had opened their shop in Diagone Alley seven years ago. She had come into the store to by her nephew a gift. She had been enamored with the ingenuity of the products. She recognized some of the rare and ancient jinxes and spells used on the products from research she and her and her late father had done. As Fred was ringing up the many products she had bought her nephew, she brought up her knowledge of the spells used. That discussion lead to the twins hiring her to research other spells they could tweak and use for their products. Their business relationship turned to friendship, but it wasn't till the beginning of the war (two years subsequent to meeting) that this friendship was solidified. She had joined the Order, and lent them her knowledge of spells and research. And with it, they were able to create various spells and counter-curses which saved the lives of the entire order many times. Some how, Lord Voldemort learnt of this and decided that her capture was essential. Lucious Malfoy was sent to her flat in London to grab hold of her. He easily broke into her flat and found her getting out of the shower. The lascivious blonde decided that he had already captured her and that he might as well have a little fun. Luckily for her, the twins had planned a surprise visit and got there before anything had happened. That night, as members of the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungos collected the irreparably jinxed Malfoy, three figures sat huddled together bound by a greater power than Lord Voldemort or his minions possessed, the power of love. This was the power which assisted Harry in defeating Voldemort.

George clicked his tongue in disapproval, "shows how much you care about us, doesn't it. A real friend wouldn't be arguing about this with me through a fireplace, would she?"

Charlotte shook her head, "Fine, I'll come over for dinner. But I refuse to go out afterwards. My deadline is coming up soon and I still have a few more archives to go through"

"Hoorah, I knew that last line would get you," George said with a triumphant smile

"Right, I'll see you at eight then. Give Katie and the kids my love"

"Will do" and with a loud pop George's face disappeared from the flames

Charlotte shook her head as she stood up from her kneeling before the fireplace. She had told George a little white lie. She had finished her research, and sent it off to Salem earlier last week. She truly loved her best mates, but she hated going over to their homes for dinner parties. All of those in attendance were in relationships. George was married to Katie, Lee and Angelina lived together, Ron had Hermione, Ginny and Harry were engaged, and Fred was in a relationship with a friend of Fluer's (who Charlotte hated with an irrational passion). She, on the other hand, had not gone out on a date for a year. She had been doing research for the Salem Institute, and had been traveling to and from the US for the greater part of the year.

Collecting data was her love, Charlotte often said, and the last thing she needed was a distraction.

(It also didn't help that she was arse over elbows in love with Fred Weasly, Not that she would ever tell him.)

Of course whenever she said this to anyone they would just shake their heads. She had never said it to Fred or George… she was far to scared of what crazy thing they would do to find her a boyfriend.

She ran a hand through her dark brown locks, as she looked at the clock which read 7:05 am. "Blooming hell, I'm going to kill George for waking me up this early," Charlotte said as she treaded towards her room.