The rest of the evening was awkward and uncomfortable, and almost immediately following the dinner the trio ate Angelina dismissed herself to disappear into George's room. Much later, Angelina slipped out-the whole flat was dark, and she lit her wand dimly (as to not wake George up) and wandered around, eventually sitting on the floor near the head of where the ginger-haired man slept.

"Why did you do this? Nothing's going to get better, it's all just such a bloody awful reminder that there's no going back, and nothing will change, and now I actually have to face that. I was doing so well with ignoring everything, and now it's all back and stuck with me. For the whole holiday." She sighed and leaned her head against the edge of the couch, just breathing deeply for a moment. "It's right lovely being reminded of how great he is, yeah, George. Great for you."

"George left hours ago, said he needed to get away from how pathetic we are," said the figure on the couch groggily, voice thready and distant.

"Then what the hell are you doing on the couch?" she asked softly, reaching up to brush some of the short hair away from his face. He leaned into her touch tiredly and let an arm fall from his side to hang over the floor vaguely.

"Tired, fell asleep waiting for George..." he trailed off as Angelina stood, his heavy-feeling eyes drooping closed again. There was a blanket over him a few minutes later, and when he felt his upper body being lifted somewhat his head was propped up slightly and there was a hand in his hair again. She stroked his hair gently and made herself comfortable. He turned to lay on his back, and she quickly set to moving her free hand to rest on his flat, blanket-covered stomach. Fred's hand found hers tiredly and he was quickly asleep again.

"You won't remember this in the morning," she mumbled softly, extinguishing the light of her wand, "But I will. I miss you," Angelina finished. She clutched his hand carefully and continued stroking his hair with her other, and his recently stress-scathed face seemed like it had lost years. He looked so at peace and relaxed, and she wanted to remember it as much as she could.

By morning she had slipped away and adjusted the blankets again on Fred, making sure he was properly warm, and put a throw pillow under his head to replace her legs. Quickly she went back to George's room, then climbed into the cold bed and tried falling asleep again. It was ineffectual, but would be done quite fitfully eventually. She felt herself come back to consciousness when two hands took hers and pulled her into a sitting position, and she complained groggily until she looked and saw what was going on.

"Breakfast, Angie," George said, pulling her fully out of bed. Angelina yawned and let her hands slip from his, running one of her now free hands through her fluffy hair and following him out of his (temporarily her) room. They went into the kitchen and she joined an equally exhausted-looking Fred at the table. "How did you two sleep?" he asked now, bringing steaming plates of food and setting them in front of the pair. He got a plate of his own and moved to sit with them, taking the large pitcher and pouring orange juice into his cup. Angelina mimicked the action and took a thoughtful sip from her glass.

"Odd dream last night, actually. Slept through it though. But then I woke up, and it was kind of like it, but not, and I had trouble getting back to sleep," Fred mumbled, words running together slightly. He still didn't seem to be fully cognizant—he did always take longer to wake up and focus than Angelina. Awkwardly she looked down at her plate and began eating the food George had set out for them, finding herself having to bite her tongue to refrain from saying anything.

"That's odd, then. Least you got sleep, I was out all night with...well that's not important, I was out all night though. Got back 'round six, I think." Now he looked at Angelina, and again her gaze dropped significantly. He had seen them, she knew. And Fred had no idea any of his 'odd dream' was real.

"In the morning? Goodness, George, you're absolutely mad. Haven't you slept at all since yesterday?" Angelina finally asked, lifting her glass to her lips again after her question.

Fred now looked between his twin and Angelina. He had thought it before he and George had left, he thought it to an even stronger extent when she was brought into the store, and seeing him lead her out of his room seemed almost like confirmation-and now she was practically falling all over to make sure he wasn't making himself sick with lack of sleep. He wouldn't admit it (because he was stubborn and he was the one who broke up with her, after all), but he found himself to have a twisting stomach and tight throat. Frederick Septimus Weasley could be a very jealous person at times.

"No, but I'll get some rest after shop closes up today." That sparked Fred's attention, Angelina could tell as they continued through their conversation.

"Who's down there right now, Gred?" he asked, scooping a bite of egg from his plate and chewing it thoughtfully.

"Charlie's been visiting Mum and Dad, he and Ron are down there right now I think. They flooed over a bit after I got there and offered to take over, so I let them, and we'll be down there soon anyway. Nothing to worry about, Forge." He took a moment to pause and turned to look at Angelina. "Remember how I said book keeping was a mess? I know you're wicked good at organizing and such things. Just while you're here, if it isn't too much trouble—"

"More than happy to. Nothing worse in a business than disorganized filing and records."

"Brilliant. Fred, we have a set of uniform robes for a woman, right?" he now addressed Fred with the question. To Fred's nod, George clapped his hands together and beamed from his twin to their guest, and soon they were all about their day.

Here, as promised, it the next chapter! After this is another two coming up.
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