"Morning," she said casually, sitting at the table across from Fred once again. It was back to awkward, shoddy glances between each other, but that was alright enough. He was feigning a hangover, and she was acting as if nothing had happened after she took him back to his room the night before.

He grunted in response and muttered something about a pain potion and a nap after breakfast as George placed food in front of them, much like the day previously. They ate in silence, and though she knew Fred must've been ravenously hungry, she still failed to hide her amusement in the fact that he was practically burying his face in the plate. Magically-fixed drunk nights still left some of the hungover-esque behaviors, it seemed, and she ate her fill and left the room to get ready for the shop to open.

She soon emerged with her hair loosely curled and the brilliantly magenta robes, and only slight hints of makeup on her face. Angelina glanced at herself in the mirror that was in their sitting room, which shouted with Molly Weasley's voice, "You're late!" at which she snapped from her reverie. With a faint laugh Angelina traipsed down the stairs and appeared behind the counter. Customers were already steadily filtering in through the shop, a lot of who she could place from school.

"Brilliant choices, five galleons and seven sickles if you do please," Angelina said, looking over all of the merchandise someone she recognized to be one of Ginny's friends was intending to purchase and ringing it into the magical register. It popped open as the teen handed his money over, and with a wave of her wand a shower of colorful sparks erupted from the tip. She had done this every-so-often, sometimes shooting the sparks, and other times a long train of bubbles that followed after leaving customers. It especially amused younger children that were with their parents buying the candy in a jar, or cute Aviamobiles (the Ford Anglia incident would briefly flicker in her mind), or first years that weren't yet allowed to do magic outside of school and would buy trick wands.

They all seemed perpetually amused, however, by the fact that occasionally a Weasley twin (always Fred, but sometimes they confused him for George quite easily) would appear behind Angelina, make a shh-ing gesture, and slide their arms around her waist. She would be trapped like this, selling products and sending little sparkles or bubbles, for five or six minutes and then disappear without a word again. If anything, more people would come in during these little shows, and find themselves compelled to buy from the store ("Look there, he has his girlfriend working with him! A true family business in the works," proclaimed a witch. She herself had a boy on her arm, and she recognized the male to be Oliver Wood, apparently on a break from Quidditch travels).

Every time one of these displays appeared though, Angelina and Fred would sway about comically-usually when the people were searching for the proper money. Once they even fell, laughing the whole way, and Fred would managed to get to his knees, and from there he would pull her up. Any time one of the times for this 'demonstration' appeared, his hands would not leave from her waist, and Fred would just grin cheekily at everyone.

"Can't keep my hands off her, quite literally," he would say loudly, demonstrating this by attempting to remove his hands. Her robes would tug with him and pull his hands back, firmly against her. "Sticks to anything for a short period of time, absolutely impossible to remove until the charm wears off. Found in the 'practical uses' area of the store, by the punching telescopes and headless hats. Brand new and a Weasley original," would be his finish to the advertisement, and everyone would stop and wait to watch his hands gradually free of Angelina's work robes. After learning in his haze the previous night that no, she did not like George, and yes, she did feel it pertinent to make their lives that were temporarily stuck together again quite the more bearable than they had been as of yet, Fred had been quite the warm person once more.

"Brilliant day," George commented, leaning back in his chair at the Leaky Cauldron and placing his hands behind his head. Angelina helped herself to another butterbeer and nodded in agreement, and Fred cheered about it with a laugh.

"Brilliant way to get customers, you hear some of the birds in there? Loved it, wanted all their blokes to buy it because we looked like we were having so much fun."

"Well, we were," Angelina said. "Most entertaining day, enjoyed it quite a bit. Are we all just going off on our own again later? If so, I am not into the idea of taking care of a persuasively drunken Weasley twin a second night in a row," she said mock-seriously, throwing a pointed glance in Fred's direction. His ears flared red and he grumbled mutinously into his mug.

"Feels like we've been-"

"-Unfair to you, Ange-"

"-Leaving you off-"

"-On your lonesome-"

"-Every night since you've arrived. And you've been here, what, Forge?"

"Two nights, Gred? Third night's now," replied Fred.

"Right. Which means on a coin toss-"

"Heads or tales, Ange?"

"We'll decide who gets the fortune of staying home with her while the other goes out. What'll it be, pet?" George finished.

"Er... sorry, got so caught up that it just sounded like one person talking...right, well," she stammered out thoughtfully, "... Tails?"

Hmm I wonder what tails will be ;)
Guess we'll have to wait and find out! Though, the nine Czech coins I flipped were very persistent...and my friend picked out who was what for me. Read and review, and more to come soon!
Much love, besos y abrazos~
-PinkBubblegumBliss xx