Author's note: Again, sorry about the long delay. It's sometimes unbelievable how much time school takes. I hope I still have some readers left after this long wait. This chapter is not carefully proofread only because I wanted to publish it as soon as possible. I'm not going to promise anything 'cause then I'll disappoint both you and me but I hope that I can get up at least one more chapter before the summer ends. I have a very rough outline in my head but I have to work out the details before I start on the next chapter as they are vital to the plot in the long run. Don't forget to review, everyone means so much to me! Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 11

Brothers are unpredictable

Fred was standing leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and an irritated look on his face. George was walking around the kitchen, preparing breakfast, all the time keeping a look of amusement on his face.

"You know, my girlfriend might be cheating on me and you are amused. I sure don't see the connection so why don't you fill me in." Fred was beyond annoyed now. This had been going on for 20 minutes, ever since George had had his revelation about Angelina's mystery writer.

"You should see your face right now," George remarked and smiled at his brother. "You have that special type of annoyed that you only have when I figure something out faster than you do."

Fred rolled his eyes. "You've been saying that five times already, why don't you just let me know what you've figured out?"

"'Cause it's more fun this way," George teased and got back to his breakfast.

Fred let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand through his hair. If he knew his brother right, and he was pretty sure he did, he could go on like this for all day unless Fred found some way to break him. And he would have to do it soon. Fred didn't have all day, he had to find out where Angelina was now or else he was sure he was going to go crazy. What frustrated him even more was the fact that he was one of the greatest pranksters in the world and he couldn't even find a single way to blackmail his own brother.

As if the great Merlin had heard his wishes the phone rang right at that second. Worried as he was about Angelina, Fred hurled himself at the phone before George had even looked up at the sound.

"Hello?" he said urgently, but his stress level dropped as he heard who it was on the other line. "Oh, it's just you. What can I do for you, Katie? Yes, George is here."

Now it was George's turn to jump up. "It's Katie? Give me the phone!" George reached out his hand to grab it and was more than surprised when Fred pulled it out of his reach.

From a sudden flash of inspiration, Fred had found the perfect way to get his brother to tell him what he had found out. "What I meant to say is: He's home, but not right here. He's in the bathroom actually but I'm sure he'll be done any minute. Speaking of the bathroom, have George ever told you the about the time we were on a business trip in France. It's really funny actually. We were just walking out of a meeting when nature suddenly called. George of course couldn't wait forever and instead of walking out to the nearest restaurant he decided to ask the director if he could use their bathroom."

"What are you doing?" George hissed. "We agreed to never speak of that!"

"Hold on just a second, Katie, I need to pick something off the stove." Fred turned and faced George. "Tell me what you know and I won't finish the story!" he hissed back.

"No way!"

Fred shrugged and then put the receiver back to his ear. "As I was saying…"

He didn't get much further until George stopped him again. "Stop talking and I'll give you a clue!"

Fred considered the offer for a minute. "You know what Katie; I think George is finished now. I'll have to tell you the rest of the story another time. Or better yet, why don't you ask George about it. Here he comes."

He handed the telephone to George while mouthing "Don't take too long" and George left the room switching to his lovey dovey voice while assuring Katie that she did not want to hear the rest of the story.

Fred sat down at the kitchen table, picking up his unfinished cup of coffee all the while drumming his fingers on the table impatiently.

Only two minutes later did George return, sickening smile on his face.

"Ah, to be young and in love!" he sighed. "I have the day off and I'm meeting my wonderful girlfriend tonight. It cannot get any better than that."

"Good for you, now give me my clue," Fred grunted, more than a little annoyed that his brother would have a wonderful night with his girlfriend while his was still missing.

"Alright, alright. You're no fun when you're worried," he complained but stopped when he saw the daggers shooting from his brother's eyes. "The letter was from a Thomas Johnson, right?"

"Right, so?" Fred shrugged.

"Thomas JOHNSON?" George clarified.

"If this is supposed to be your clue then I must tell you that…oh," Fred annoyed expression switched to one of complete clarity in half a second when realization dawned upon him. "Thomas JOHNSON," he repeated, now with a smile on his face.

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"So tell me what's wrong," Alicia said while handing Angelina a cup of coffee.

Angelina accepted the coffee gratefully. She had tossed and turned all night, fully unable to get even a minute of sleep. At five in the morning she had had enough. She had to get out of there. It didn't take long to decide where to go.

She and Alicia had known each other since they were five. They shared almost everything that happened to them and Angelina knew that the only one who would fully understand her dilemma was Alicia.

Although Alicia didn't exactly appreciate being woken up at five thirty in the morning she had quickly seen the look of desperation on her best friend's face and let her in without a moment of hesitation.

"I received this in the mail yesterday," Angelina said after taking a few sips of the coffee. She took out the letter from her purse and handed it to Alicia.

A small gasp escaped from Alicia's lips as she spotted the address. She turned it over a few times as if looking for any clue indicating what it could be about.

"You haven't opened it?" she asked after a minute of examination.

Angelina shook her head in response.

Alicia stared at the envelope for two more seconds before making up her mind.

"What are you doing?!" Angelina exclaimed in shock as Alicia started ripping it up.

"You have to do it some time and I figured it was better to do it now and get it over with than sit and hesitate for another day. The sooner you know what he wants the sooner you can do something about it," Alicia argued while keeping the letter out of Angelina's reach. She waited until Angelina has sat back down before pulling the letter out of the envelope and skimming through it.

Unconsciously, Angelina had brought her right hand up to her mouth and started biting on her fingernails, a habit she had quit long before starting at Hogwarts. She sat quietly waiting for Alicia to finish.

"Ok," Alicia finally said. "There are good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"The bad ones," Angelina answered without hesitation.

"You have to contact him whether you want to or not."

"Personally," she asked, her brow in a deep frown.

"No, a letter will do."

Angelina contemplated this for a second. She wouldn't actually have to talk to him which was the silver lining since it meant she wouldn't have to tell Fred anything, except a really well thought-out lie to keep him from asking about the letter.

"What is the good news then?"

"He's getting married," Alicia said with a big smile which quickly turned into an expression of surprise as Angelina shot up so quickly she nearly knocked the coffee table over.

"What?! How is that good news? Not only will I have to contact him, I have to actually meet them all! What kind of family member will I be if I don't go to my brother's wedding?!"

Alicia quickly tried to hush her. Her boyfriend was still asleep and even though he wouldn't be too mad for being woken up at this hour, she didn't think her friend would want him to overhear this conversation.

"How can it be bad news? All you have to do is tell them you have other plans that can't be cancelled. Isn't this the date you and Fred are going on vacation anyway?" she asked, showing Angelina the date.

Alicia was right. That was the day she and Fred were supposed to be on vacation. However, this only made the situation a lot worse. Not only did she have to come up with a huge lie to what the letter was, she also had to come up with an even better excuse as to why she couldn't join him on their romantic all-inclusive vacation.

Angelina voiced her concerns for Alicia who answered:

"I don't see why you have to lie to Fred in the first place. What's so bad about him meeting your family?"

Angelina scoffed.

"There are a million things they could say that would forever ruin my relationship with Fred, I don't know if I'm willing to risk that."

Although Alicia could see the worry in her friend's eyes by the way they filled up with salty water, she couldn't really pinpoint what the worry was about.

"Angelina, I honestly can't see why you're so worried. Since when do you care what other people think about Fred? He is who he is and you love him for it. Why would that change just because your parents don't approve. You've never asked for their approval before."

"I'm not worried about what they think about him. I couldn't give a damn about their opinion anyway."

"What's the matter then?" Alicia asked, seeing the tears getting bigger her friend's eyes.

"I'm worried about what he will think of me when he finds out where I come from?" she confessed, tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

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Angelina stayed at Alicia's until long after noon. They had bounced ideas back and forth and had finally come to the conclusion that the best way to handle the situation was to come clean to Fred. Not just about the wedding but about the entire situation.

When she entered the apartment it was awfully quiet. Despite it only being early afternoon at least one of the twins should be home. She called out and received no response.

As she entered the living room it didn't take long to spot Fred. He was sitting still on the couch, very much like she had just twenty-four hours prior. Not knowing how to greet him, she blurted out the first thing that popped into her mind.

"My brother wants us to come to his wedding."

It took so long for Fred to respond that she nearly thought he had been petrified.

"Well, that makes one of us."