Author's note: Sorry for the long time between updates. Real life keeps getting in the way. See this as a nice start to the new year! The address from Wales is completely made up. If someone happens to live there or know someone who does I could either change it or congratulate you for being in my fic. Your choice!

Have fun reading, all of you! Don't forget to review! You can only imagine what it feels like to read the comments from all you wonderful readers! It's wonderful.

Chapter 10

Two months later

It had been two months since Fred found out about George and Katie. Two months in which absolutely nothing had happened. Well, except George getting the dragon pox and being forced to stay in bed for two weeks where Fred and Angelina could torture him mercilessly without him being able to do anything about it. Other than that, nothing had happened.

"Morning sunshine!" Fred greeted when a sour looking George entered the kitchen. He grunted something in response while grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose forcefully. He had recovered enough from his illness to get out of bed, but he was still sick. "Coffee?" Fred asked with a flashing smile on his face.

"No thanks. There is no telling what you might have done to it," George answered. "Where is your evil partner-in-crime?"

"You mean my beautiful and wonderful girlfriend? She's at work."

"Great, then I only have to deal with one of you today," George mumbled. "Unless you're also heading to work." A hint of hope was evident in his voice.

"Nope, sorry to disappoint you brother but I'm staying home today. I've got the party of the year to plan."

"It's not New Year yet."

Fred rolled his eyes. "This is way more important than a New Year's Eve party. It's Angelina's birthday party!"

George sighed. "The amount of effort you put down pleasing your girlfriend makes you a disgrace to the male population."

"But oh so popular to the female population," Fred reminded him. George made a sound that was probably supposed to be a snort but became some sort of weird cough instead causing him a coughing fit. "You better get well within two weeks time or I will strike you off the guest list," Fred warned.

"Then I'll make myself official party-crasher," George answered after recovering himself.

"True," Fred laughed. "Listen to this. For the theme I was thinking sort of beach/exotic kind of."

"Wasn't that what you had about three years ago?" George asked. He grabbed the coffee cup Fred had offered him previously and sipped slowly from it.

"That's right! I keep forgetting. Poker night then. Or did we have that last year?"

George let Fred ramble on to himself while relishing his coffee. They went through the same thing almost every year. Fred getting all enthusiastic about celebrating Angelina's birthday, and George sitting next to him pretending to listen. Though he had to admit that when Fred had finally decided on an idea, it was pretty fun helping out. Thanks to all the products they had created for the store, their parties always turned out to be a blast. And since Fred considered Angelina's birthday to be one of the most important dates of the year, her party was always lived up to all expectations.

George kept musing for himself and didn't notice the feathers slowly growing out from his skin. Not two seconds later, Fred was rolling around on the floor laughing at his twin who had turned into a large canary.

"Damn coffee," George thought to himself.

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"Hello, anybody home?" Angelina called as she entered the door. She received no answer. They were probably just out getting some groceries or something.

The mail had arrived. After taking off her coat and shoes, Angelina brought it with her and curled up on the couch to go through it. Three letters were for Fred and George. From what she could see they were probably bills or other important papers for their store. Among the pile were two magazines she subscribed to, Witch Weekly and Quidditch Today. There was a note to all three of them from Lee, reminding them of tomorrow's Quidditch game that they were going to watch at his place. Last but not least there was a letter addressed to Angelina.

The envelope was a very expensive one. The handwriting was so neat it was nearly sickening. She could almost guess who it was from and it did not please her. Panic started flowing through her as she examined the envelope closer. She turned it over and almost fainted when her suspicion was confirmed.

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"Hello! Are you home, honey?" Fred called when he entered the door. He received no answer.

He and George dropped of the groceries in the kitchen and while George unpacked he went to search for Angelina. The door had been unlocked so she was definitely there. She wasn't in the bedroom or any of the bathrooms. He found her in the living room, sitting on the couch looking petrified.

"Hey! Are you alright?" He ran over to her. "Sweetheart?"

She seemed to come alive when he touched her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine." She didn't sound fine at all.

"What's wrong?" Fred was going to kneel down in front of her but Angelina quickly stood up.

"The mail is over there," she said and gestured with one hand while stuffing something in her pocket with her other. George entered and was about to ask something when Angelina continued, "I'll get started on dinner." She forced a small smile and went past George into the kitchen.

George gestured towards her and raised a questioning eyebrow at Fred. Fred was too shocked to do anything but shrug.

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Despite Angelina's complete lack of cooking skills combined with her state of shock, she had managed to put together a very edible meal. In any other case, George would have commented and made a big deal of her finally managing something, but since neither she nor Fred had uttered a word during the entire meal he had decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.

After dinner, Angelina had cleared the table and then gone straight to bed.

As soon as she had shut the door George nearly yelled at Fred.

"What have you done?!"

"I don't know," Fred answered. "I just walked into the living room as she sat there, still as a statue. When I asked her what was wrong she completely went into robot mode. I don't know what to do about it!"

"Try talking to her at least!" George exclaimed. "Seriously, it almost felt as though you'd had a fight or something by the way you acted tonight."

"I know," Fred said quietly, "I just didn't know what to say. She has never been like this. Ever."

They were both quiet for a while. "Maybe it was the letter," George suggested finally.

"What letter?" Fred asked.

"The letter she stuffed in her pocket right before making dinner. Didn't you see it?"

"Oh, that letter. Yeah I saw it. I just didn't think too much about it."

"Maybe you should," George inquired slowly.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked. He could feel heat rising in his body as if it, before him, could guess what George was going to suggest. By the look on George's face he was sure what his brother was going to say next. "You can't possible be suggesting that she could do such a thing." He tried his best to keep the anger contained. "She would never do that to me."

"I'm not saying it because I think it's something she would do, but what if she does? Have an affair, I mean."

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A few hours later when Fred went to bed himself, Angelina had already fallen asleep. She was laying on her side facing the wall. He and George had quickly left the subject of Angelina having an affair. It was too unbelievable to be true so they had just dropped it. The thought was still hanging in the air though.

He was about to undress when something caught his eye. Angelina had hung her pants on the chair by the dresser as usual. Something was sticking out of her back pocket. Fred hesitated. If she saw him, she would kill him. If she didn't, he would find out what had upset her and be able to help. It was clearly an easy decision. Fred took a quick glance at Angelina to make sure she was still sleeping. He then took out the envelope from her pocket.

It was sort of heavy, but not so much that anything other than paper was contained in it. There was a stamp on it so it had to have been sent the Muggle way. The handwriting, although extremely neat, was definitely a male's. He turned it over to look at the return address.

Thomas Johnson

1583 West Street

H49 U853 Conwy

Wales

The envelope wasn't opened which meant that only the name had brought out the forceful reaction from Angelina. Fred pondered for a minute. He could very easily open the letter, read it, then put it back and seal it with magic so that it seemed as if it had never been opened in the first place. He glanced over at Angelina again. She was still sleeping peacefully. Some strands of her hair had fallen in her face which somehow made her even more beautiful.

He took one last look at the closed envelope before putting it back in her pocket. If it was a letter from an admirer or lover he could deal with him when Angelina told him. And if she didn't tell him, he could take care of it anyway. One could go a long way just knowing someone's address.

Fred changed into his pyjama pants and then crawled into bed next to Angelina. He looked at her a long while and then leaned over her and placed a soft kiss first on her cheek and then in her hair by the temple.

"I love you," he whispered softly in her ear before laying down and going to sleep himself.

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When Fred woke up the next morning Angelina was gone. She seemed to have been gone for some time since there was no heat left on her side of the bed.

With a sigh he got up and went out to the kitchen. George was still in his pyjamas too and handed Fred a cup of coffee when he sat down at the table.

"Did you work things out with Angelina last night?" George asked.

"No, she was asleep."

"What about this morning?" George continued, getting a tiny bit worried now. From the look of Fred's face he gathered that if they had talked at all it had not gone well.

"She had left before I woke up."

George was quiet for a moment, trying to find the right words to bring up the touchy subject they had briefly covered last night. Failing, George decided it was just better to spit it out. "Did you find anything pointing to her having an affair?"

"The letter was from a man," Fred answered sadly. "Someone called Thomas Johnson. He lives in Wales. Probably a Muggle." Fred was going to continue rambling all his suspicions on this guy when his twin interrupted him.

"Thomas Johnson?" George repeated with a great grin and a sigh of relief. "That's great!"

Fred stared at him with nothing but a look of confusion on his face.

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Angelina had to knock for a while before the door opened.

"Angelina! What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I need to talk to you. It's important."