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Gnomes
Tears slid down Angelina's face as she looked at Fred's dead, empty being. It was just past noon, and her friends had already given up trying to console her. Today was when they would have been married. She saw the gnomes running around crazily. Crazy like Fred. She saw, the only person sadder than her was George. He had lost half of him, almost. She tried to look at Fred's body again, but couldn't. He was irreplaceable. She saw Percy, angrily kicking gnomes away as they scurried through the Weasley's yard.
Everyone had someone to console them: Ginny had Harry, Ron had Hermione, George even had Alicia, Percy had his new girlfriend Audrey, Charlie had his new girlfriend Jaclyn, Bill had Fleur. Angelina had no one. The only one she would've had the one she loved, Fred. A gnome ran by, and she had to stifle a laugh. It was just like Fred, she guessed. Just like Fred.
A/N: Happy Maundy Thursday/Good Friday/Easter. For the Aboard the Loveboat Challenge. Sorry to people with other ships in that challenge, I just mentioned those, though. And suggest which one to do next. I already wrote Bouillabaisse, but it's at my school, and vacation just started. Review, please. I know it was short.