Chapter 4

Okay so this chapter will pick up a week before Angelina is to go home for Christmas. (This is also a relatively shorter chapter compared to the others.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter


As much I loved the holidays, I was having a hard time getting into the spirit. It was mostly due to the amount of work that I still had to finish. Apparently, giving a ton of homework right before the holidays was a thing around here.

Fred and I hadn't really talked since the common room incident. I mean, it wasn't like we completely ignored each other when we would seen each other. A greeting would pass between our lips, but that would be all. Alicia said that we were both being stubborn, which wasn't far from the truth.

I was sitting at a table in the library peering over a large (and rather dusty) book about an ancient wizard that lived over a hundred years ago when I heard someone approach me.

"Angelina." I looked up from my book and was surprised to see Fred standing in front of me. No one else was with him.

"Fred," I said simply, not too sure what to say.

"Whatcha reading?" Fred asked.

"The autobiography of Martin Mackellan," I replied.

"I have no idea who that is," Fred said.

"Oh believe me, I've been reading this book for over an hour and I'm still not even sure he is exactly," I joked. For a moment we laughed and then it was silent. Fred put his stuff down on the table and took a seat in the empty chair in front of me.

"Angelina...I'm sorry," He said. "I was being complete git. No. Wait. I was being a stubborn git because we both know that I should have apologized to you months ago and I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted to punch me in the-" I cut Fred off by reaching over and putting my hand over his mouth. He was talking very fast and his face was turning red as his hair. I lifted my hand off of his mouth and he remained quiet.

"Fred, you're forgiven," I stated.

"Well that's a relief," Fred commented and together we both laughed.

"Shh!"

We turned and the librarian glaring at us. She had a single finger over her lips.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"What she said," Fred added. Although when she turned around we both couldn't help but grin at each other.

At that moment I was happy, I got a friend back.