A/N- perhaps it will be an Ang/Ollie fic later, but we all know what must happen next- Gred. I mean, Fred. :0)
~*Chapter Three*~
The End of the World
~*If you want me to wait/ I will wait for you/ if you tell me to stay/ I will stay right through/if you don't want to say anything at all/ I'm happy wondering*~*Wondering*Good Charlotte*~
"Gelina?" asked Fred timidly.
"Don't call her Gelina," Alicia scolded.
"You hypocrite!" shouted Fred.
"Shut up!" Katie bellowed. Half the Great Hall fell silent. Katie shrunk in her chair.
"Nice one," said George.
"Shut up," Katie repeated, a bit more quietly this time. Conversation resumed gradually, accompanied with curious glances at the Gryffindor Chaser.
"Are you okay?" asked Oliver. None of the boys knew what had happened. Alicia shushed them with an air of superiority.
"Oh, I guess it's some sort of secret?" said George.
"Did you wet the bed?" Fred teased. Angelina slammed her palms down on the table, making the golden goblets shiver. She got up angrily and stormed out of the hall without a word. Alicia glared at them and Katie sighed, making clucking noises with her tongue. "Will someone please enlighten me?" Fred called after the three. Then he sighed.
"I think she wet the bed," said George.
"You idiot," said Oliver.
"I know," said George. Fred stirred his spoon in his oatmeal, breaking apart the lumps slowly. He appeared to be in deep thought. This worried the other two boys and they traded concerned glances. Fred had never thought for this long before.
"I bet Trelawney's put a trance on him," George proclaimed.
"What?" Fred asked, shaking his head slightly. George looked triumphant.
"See?" he said.
"See what?"
"See Spot run!" George said.
"Shut up," said Oliver.
"Don't you leave now too," said George. Oliver glared at him. George groaned. "He's turning into Katie," he hissed to his brother. Fred agreed.
~*~
"It's not the end of the world," said Katie, resting her palms on the windowsill and looking out. Angelina sighed and wiped off her tears with the back of her hand.
"Then why does it feel like it?" she asked desperately.
"It always feels like that when you break up," Alicia insisted.
"You would know," Katie snapped. Alicia had never had the opportunity to break up, i.e. she had never been asked out. She blushed. Angelina bit the inside of her lip until blood flowed, pressing into the spaces in her mouth. She pushed herself off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, spitting a stream of red spit into the sink. She turned on the faucet full blast and washed it be rinsed down the sink.
"You're letting it tear you apart!" cried Alicia dramatically.
"Too bad Hogwarts doesn't have a drama club," said a voice from the door.
"FRED!" Angelina cried, scandalized.
"What? You LEFT THE DOOR OPEN," he said. "And I just couldn't help but listen."
"You son of a"- Katie screeched, kicking him in the vicinity of his privates. Fred howled.
"Serves you right, you kinky bastard!" cried Alicia.
"Kinky?" asked Angelina.
"Kinky," Restated Alicia.
"Slimy is more appropriate," Katie said.
"Or redneck," Angelina added. Fred fell to the floor in the hallway.
"What happened to you?" George asked. Fred groaned.
"That b"-
"FRED! I don't want you using that language," George said sternly.
Fred grunted and pulled himself.
Angelina sighed, half happy and half sad. At least she had some friends to share the end of the world with. They would make things better-
Right?