yay! part 4! sorry it took so long to update, but i was running out of ideas /

oh well, i'm doing better now!

This one is supposed to be how Fred & Angelina first met, on the Hogwarts Express. Enjoy!

"I've Just Seen A Face"

A Fred/ Angelina one-shot.
Inspired by the song "I've Just Seen A Face" by The Beatles.
Story by Rachel.
(dancingxinxthexrain)

"Move it," a mid-height, skinny, dark-skinned girl snarled to a rather short red-headed boy. "I'm trying to get on the train!" Angelina Johnson was in a rather bad mood, seeing as she was boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time. She had never been someplace without her parents, and she was rather nervous. This little... twerp wasn't doing much to improve her nerves.

Quite cockily, Fred Weasley stepped aside, extending his arms and bowing low to the ground. His twin stifled a laugh. "After you, madam," Fred said coolly.

The girl glared at him before shoving past him and boarding the train. Fred looked at his twin and smiled, indicating that they should follow her.

"Fred, are you insane?!" George whispered.

Fred chuckled and shook his head, following the dark-skinned girl.

Angelina hadn't been sitting in her compartment, alone, the way she had preferred it, for more than three minutes, when two red-headed boys barged in. Angrily, she realized that they were the twins from outside.

"Mind if we sit here?" one of them asked cheekily, sitting down across from her. As she opened her mouth to protest, he added, "Good, that's settled, then. I'm Fred, by the way, and this is my brother, George."

Angelina eyed his outstretched hand disdainfully. "Angelina," she growled.

"What a beautiful name!" Fred exclaimed.

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Sure it is," she whispered under he breath. What was with this guy? Why wouldn't he leave her alone?

The rest of the train ride was spent in uncomfortable silence. As soon as the scarlet engine pulled into the station, she jumped out of her seat, grabbed the box that had sat beside her, and dashed out the door.

"What is her problem?" George asked.

Fred sighed. "Love, dear twin. She has experienced a feeling unlike any other for the first time. You mark my words, I will marry her. She's a keeper."

"How do you know she plays Quidditch?"

"Not a keeper keeper, George, a keeper as in 'one to keep.'"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Plus, she looked more like a Chaser to me."

"Yeah, she did. Wonder if she'll try out for the team?"

Shaking his head, Fred stood up and prepared to exit the train, his thoughts filled with Angelina Johnson. She would be his. Oh yes, she would be his.