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Conversations and Ice Cream

The next morning Angelina woke up to find herself still next to George with her head on his shoulder. She tried to sit up very carefully as to not wake him up, but yet she had no luck. The moment she lifted her head up his eyes slowly opened. He was always easier to wake than Fred was.

"Morning." Angelina said smiling at George.

"Morning already?"

"Yeah, I have to get going. Work you know."

"Right. Of course."

"You as well?"

"Yes, I'll go to work, don't worry."

That was the first time that he had sounded upset like that, "George I was just saying. I'm not trying to suggest anything or tell you what to do."

George looked at Angelina and she was drawn into his eyes. The George she knew before Fred…was…dead, was in there. He was deep inside surrounding by his pain and love for Fred. His Fred. Her Fred. Their Fred.

Not able to look into his eyes anymore Angelina tore her eyes away from Georges'. She should be heading out.

She got up and stretched but before she left she looked at George, "Why didn't you come and meet Alicia, Katie, Lee and I the other night?"

"Busy. You need to go. I'll see you later."

"George come on."

"Angelina, please leave, I'd rather not talk about it right now."

Right now? Angelina nodded, "Alright George, not right now. I'll see you later." Angelina gave her friend another look and smiled at him. She watched as the sides of his mouth rose a little before moving back to how they'd been since…Fred. It was weird not seeing George smile, it didn't seem right. Shaking her head she left him alone as she went off to face all those people that she just didn't want to be around.

George watched as Angelina left. He knew that Angelina and his brother had been in love, and he knew that his family loved Fred, but he couldn't help but think about how incomplete he truly was. Ever since Fred had…died, George just didn't feel whole anymore. Rubbing his eyes he slowly changed his clothes and then headed downstairs.

Once he walked through the doors at the store he felt himself stand tall again, he felt as though a ton of things had been lifted off of him, the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly for a smile. This was his and his brothers' life. Looking around he saw all the aisles with their different inventions. Something that not just anyone could come up with. He heard the front door open and saw Ron and Verity coming in.

"Morning Mr. Weasley."

"Morning Verity."

"Hey George."

"Ron."

George went behind the counter and picked up something the he and Fred and done a few months before…everything. They had things that had yet hit the shops, but after Fred…George decided to put them out very slowly and spaced out huge gaps, it helped in some ways, and yet in others it just made George miss Fred even more.

Verity was walking along the aisles checking everything while Ron came up to the counter, "So what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dinner last night. You and Angelina took off."

"We had stuff."

"George, come on."

"Look Ron, I don't feel like doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Mum wants you to find out where I went."

"I never said that."

"Ron, look the stores going to open soon. Go and finish helping Verity please?"

Ron looked into his older brother's face and after a minute slowly turned and walked off leaving a very relieved George. He knew that he couldn't hide like this to much longer, but he still needed people to leave him alone. Or at least…shaking his head he decided that he needed to focus on what he was trying to do.

Angelina sat in the break room. She hadn't gotten anything to eat yet; in fact she was unsure about eating. She knew that if any of her friends were with her they would tell her to eat, but nothing seemed good. And she didn't quite feel like eating. Not only didn't she feel like eating, but she was rather hot.

"Angelina? Are you alright?"

She looked up into Sarah's face, "I'm fine. It's just a little hot here."

The woman's eyebrows raised for a brief moment, "How about we go over to the ice cream store across the road, you still have about twenty minutes left."

"I'm fine, really."

"Come on, let's go and then you can relax alright?"

For once Angelina didn't feel like arguing. She allowed Sarah to guide her to the ice cream parlor and into a seat. It was a lot better in her. The air was cool and she could smell some of the chocolate that was being used. She closed her eyes for a few minutes before Sarah came back with some ice cold water, "Here, go ahead and drink."

The cool liquid found its way down her hot throat cooling her as she continued drinking. Soon enough the glass was empty, "I think I'll get some more water."

"No, I'll go. I'll get some water, did you want ice cream?"

"Chocolate."

"Alright."

Sarah disappeared for a few minutes and later returned with ice cream and water. "Here."

There was silence as Angelina slowly let the ice cream melt down her throat or cooled herself a bit more with the water.

It was a few minutes before Sarah spoke again, "Angelina, we need to go. Work."

"Right."

The two woman got up and headed back over. As soon as they entered the building Angelina found herself starting to have a hard time walking. She stopped for a second hoping the room would slow down. She figured she could close her eyes, just for a bit. As she closed her eyes and gave herself to a dark slumber her body quickly hit the floor.