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Much thanks to Anna for editing this chapter.

Angelina Johson returns home after playing Quidditch abroad.

Whistling a bright tune, I went down the stairs from my flat to the shop. I took a moment to give a fond look at the shop that had grown so much in five years. Fred would be pleased. I quickly straightened up and went to the shelves to see that everything was shelved correctly.

Low on Extendable Ears. Low on Skiving Snackboxes. Low on love potions. Predictable. It's that time of year again. School's starting. It's the mad-summer rush now. I should have Cheryl look through the Wonder Witch catalogue…order more stuff.

The door suddenly opened and in walked Ron with a sleepy look on his face and Cheryl, our helper.

"Hi, George!" Cheryl said as she waved at me and walked to the back room.

"Morning, George," Ron said, with a yawn escaping his mouth, going to the back room to hang his cloak. "Another busy day, eh?" he shouted.

"Wonderful day for business," I replied, opening the door and stepping outside to flick my wand to change the sign from 'Closed' to 'Open'.
"George?" a voice behind me said, startling me.

I recognized that voice. I turned around to see who it was, and my eyes widened at the sight. Standing a few feet away was Angelina Johnson. Angelina Johnson? Angelina Johnson?

"Ange?" I whispered, walking a little closer to her. "I-I haven't seen you in, well, it must be about a year! You went abroad to France, and Merlin, it's great to see you again. "

"It's been a year," she said, hugging me. "I-I missed my family. And friends," she added, giving me a small smile. "France isn't so far away, but it seemed like I was in America. I missed you a lot," she added, blushing a little.

I felt my stomach churning. Maybe it was that I was so glad to see Angelina again, or the fact that I had one too many scones this morning. Either way, I wasn't sure.

"How have you been, George? I see Wheezes is doing well," she remarked taking a glance at the shop in its entire splendor. The sign in front was flashing as usual, and up for display in the windows was the Skiving Snackboxes advertisement.
"Yeah, it's been alright. Ron's helping me out, did you know that?" I said, taking a look at her features for the first time since we began our conversation. Her beautiful-Merlin, did I say beautiful? What was happening?-hair was pulled back in a plait, and she was wearing a cream-colored jumper that set her complexion off beautifully. Weasley, what on earth are you thinking?

"I heard about that, Alicia told me in one of her letters," she replied. "I heard Ginny's playing for the Harpies. Must be exciting watching her play."

I managed to choke a laugh. "Very, considering that I have to see my little sister flying around with the best, and people in stadiums shouting her name at the top of their lungs. Sorry," he said, noting her raised eyebrows, "must be what happens to you."

She gave a small grin, showing her white teeth. Merlin, they glimmer in the sun! Weasley, what are you thinking! "You get used to it," she said. "Are you alright?" she asked, noting my solemn expression that I was now sporting. My heart had suddenly started to beat faster, and I was sure that I was pale by now.

"Me? Oh yeah, great. It's just a surprise to see you again," I quickly said.

"It's good to be back," she said, looking at the floor. "George-I-," she started to say, but was interrupted by a bell from the shop's door. Ron came out, clearly upset that I was not helping out in the shop. Perfect timing, Ron. "OI! George what the hell do you think-Angelina?" Ron asked, with a surprised expression on his face.

She waved. "Hi, Ron, nice to see you again." She turned back to me. "I should leave you. I think you're a little busy," she said, motioning to the shop that now had some customers.
My ears reddened as I said, "Er, yeah. I'll be right inside," I hissed as Ron once again exclaimed for me to go back inside. "We should get together sometime. Y'now, everyone? Wood and Lee and Alicia, the whole gang?"
"I'd like that," Angelina smiled. "I'd like that a lot."

I smiled. "I'll, er, owl you?"

"That'd be nice. I'll see you soon!" She gave him a wave and walked away. She even walks beautiful. Damn, Weasley! Why are you thinking these thoughts! Damn. Damn! This can't be happening. Not Angelina Johnson. Not her. Merlin, not her!

"George! Are you getting in here or not?" Ron shouted, now clearly angry.
"Yeah, yeah, coming.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked later that day when business had gone a little down. Cheryl was manning the desk, and we were eating in the back room while doing some bookkeeping. I was thinking about Angelina. There was something about her that had made me feel different. Something about her being back that made my heart leap and my stomach churn.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired," I said, adding figures in the notebook and taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Are you sure? This morning you were alright. I swear I heard you whistling." Damn Ron, you're so alert sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Ron raised his eyebrows. "Ron, sod off, alright?"

"Fine. So it's nice seeing Angelina, isn't it?" he asked nonchalantly.

I hate you Ron. "Yeah," I replied, just as nonchalantly.

"She was playing in France, wasn't she?"
And she played in Belgium before. "Yeah, France."

"Nice team, isn't it?"

I nodded. Don't let him get to me. Don't let him get to me.

"She looks well," he said, purposefully avoiding my glare.

"Yup," I said, standing up to put my plate in the sink. "You done? It's going to get crowded soon."

Ron nodded and stood up and put his plate in the sink and leaned against the counter. "Are you going to see her again?"

As much as I can. "Er, yeah, I guess. Why?" I asked as I took a swig from a Butterbeer bottle.

Ron shrugged. "No reason, I-well, I though that you were a little better than friends."

I spit the Buterbeer. "We? Us? No! What gave you that idea?" I exclaimed, eying him carefully.

"Er, no reason," he said. "I'll, er, go see that everything's alright out there." He left the room quickly muttering things under his breath.

I sighed.

Merlin, life's complicated.

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