A/N- Hello everybody! Ashliegh here! And here it is! Chapter 2! I'm really sorry that it took so long to get this written, school is really driving me down the drain and it took me a while to write this chapter. And I've already apologized in capital letters to Cassi, so hopefully now everyone's okay with my pokiness! And please leave a nice little review at the end! Thanks in advance! ^_^

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CHAPTER 2

written by Ashliegh with wonderful add-ins by Cassi

"You never thought of that," Katie repeated regretfully, looking at Angelina with pity.

"No," Angelina said in a confused tone, "what the bloody hell is wrong with me? I didn't even think of Fred when I saw George. How dense am I? I mean they are twins after all, you would think I would have thought of him,"

"Angie, calm down," Katie said, trying to reassure her, "I'm sure everything will be okay. It's been a long time since you and Fred broke up. And also, you really need that job,"

"I reckon your right," she trailed off, staring into the fire like Katie had minutes before. Why hadn't she thought about Fred when she saw George? That was odd, back at Hogwarts when she saw George all she could think of was Fred. Now she sees George and completely forgets about him.

She started to imagine how odd it would be working around Fred now. But maybe Katie was right - everything would be okay. It had been a while since they broke up...or even talked for that matter. Things should be alright between them, after all they had been best mates at Hogwarts. Why should things be so different now?

Okay, even if Fred and Angelina had broken up two years ago, who says they can't be friends? And it's not as if they would be in the shop alone. There would be George and all the customers.

After all, its not as if she hasn't moved on. She didn't even remember Fred until today. Currently, she had a new boyfriend, Oliver Wood. Her former quidditch captain, Hogwarts alumni student. He had graduated 2 years before she had. Back at school, she had never been one of the girls that worshipped the ground Oliver walked on, but she had always admired his Quidditch skills, and he was a nice guy. She remembered how sore Fred used to get when Angelina would talk about Oliver all the time. 'But Fred and I aren't a couple anymore', Angelina had to keep telling herself. ' It's me and Oliver. Not me and Fred.'

That created another knot in her stomach. What would Fred do when she found out her and Oliver were dating? 'Hold on,' Angelina thought, 'who says he needs to know?' Yes, that's it, she just didn't tell him. If he didn't ask her, she wouldn't mention it. Why complicate things? 'It's just me and some old friends working together. Nothing more.'

"You know what?" Angelina said, snapping out of her thoughts, "Your right. Your absolutely right. I'm just being silly, everything is going to be okay. And since when am I, Angelina Johnson, intimidated by a boy?"

"Man, Angie! Fred's a man now," she said matter-of-factly, Angelina tossed a glare her way, then she added, "But your correct, you have never been intimidated by any bloke, and I don't think she should start now!"

Angelina nodded, feeling much better about her first day at work, which happened to be the next day. Although she did feel better, she had an annoying squeamish feeling in the pit of her stomach, that wouldn't go away. She tried to ignore it, but it was stayed there nonetheless.

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The next day Angelina woke up bright and early. She was nervous about her first day at the joke shop, excited to see George, anxious to see Fred, but she was a bit scared to see him as well. Attempting to clear her mind, she got in the shower. After showering she found a set of dark purple robes and put them on. She brushed the tangles out of her hair, and let it hang over her shoulders.

She then just noticed that it was only 6:30. She didn't have to be to work until 8:00. Trying to burn some time, she walked into the kitchen, took her wand out of her pocket, and conjured up a pot of coffee on the stove. She then noticed a box in the corner of the room.

"Katie must have missed it," she mumbled to herself, walking over to it. She picked it up and saw her name on the top in Katie's handwriting. She was right, it was one of her boxes that Katie must have missed.

Angelina opened the box and pulled out a scarlet red photo book. She opened it and recognized it to be the photo book she had been keeping since her first year. The whole book was full of moving pictures of Angelina and her friends through out her Hogwarts years. She flipped through it and opened to the last page and stared at the 4 pictures from her 6th year.

On the right page, there were two photos, on top a photo of herself, Katie, and Alicia Spinnet in their quidditch uniforms, waving frantically at Angelina. That was the year when the Triwizard Tournament occurred and the quidditch season was canceled, so every Saturday the girls, sometimes accompanied by Fred and George, would go and play quidditch on the abandoned pitch.

Underneath that picture was a photo of Lee Jordan and his pet trantula. Lee was waving up at Angelina, while trying to keep a hold of his spider. Lee and Angelina had always been close, since they lived next door to each other 2 years before Hogwarts.

On the left page, on top was a photo of Angelina cheering for Harry at the first task. She had thought that Harry's idea of flying around the dragon with his Firebolt was a wonderful idea, and she always had been fascinated with dragons, so the first task was her favorite. And as far as cheering, screaming, and yelling goes, she was raving mad that day. Someone, obviously, had found her attitude funny and had taken a picture of her. If she remembered correctly, it was Fred who took the picture.

And speaking of the devil, the picture under that one was a picture of a smiling Fred and Angelina. It was the night of the Yule Ball, and the two were standing there in the Gryffindor common room, Angelina in dark blue dress robes, Fred in dark blue dress robes. They were beaming up at her, Fred's arm around Angelina's shoulder, and Angelina holding his hand.

Angelina sighed, about to close the book, when a piece of old parchment caught her eye. She grabbed it from behind the photo of her and Fred and opened it up to reveal Fred's handwriting. The date was almost two years ago.

Ang-

I've been writing to you but maybe this ruddy bird's been sending it to the wrong person. I know you're still angry about us leaving Hogwarts but I really want to see you! If you write back, maybe I can floo over sometime...or you can visit up here and see our new store. It's going well. I miss you alot...please write back soon.

Wish you were here,

-Fred.

Tears filling her eyes, she quickly closed the book, and put it back in the box. She and Fred are over. They once had something but now she and Oliver are dating. 'Oliver, Oliver, Oliver.' She repeated to herself. 'I wish you were here.'

"Angelina, what are you doing?" Katie asked, walking into the kitchen. She stood there, blonde hair in a very messy ponytail, and blue plaid pajamas.

"Nothing," Angelina replied, startled, "just looking in that box,"

"Oh, yeah, I thought I'd keep that box out just in case you wanted to hang any of the pictures around the house or something," Katie yawned, sitting down at the table.

"Okay, thanks, Kate," she said, "do you want some coffee?"

"Yes, please," Katie said firmly, sitting up, "I need some caffeine so I don't fall asleep at work today,"

Angelina chuckled pouring Katie a cup of coffee. She levitated it across the room to her, she loved being of age. Ever since she had turned 17 she had zoomed stuff around the room just because she could. Of course she was 20 now, but she was a kid at heart.

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At 7:45 Angelina walked out of the flat and made her way to Weaselys' Wizard Wheezes. For some reason she felt fine now. No longer nervous or anxious. But calm and sort of excited. 'The coffee must have calmed down my nerves,' she thought.

She was kind of happy now. After all, she hadn't seen Fred in what seemed like forever! And she had only seen George for a few minutes.

She walked up to a small store, with big, bold, orange letters over the top that read, "WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES" She opened the door and heard a small bell ring as she stepped inside. It was dark, they must have just opened up, and it was quiet.

"Hello?" Angelina called, "Is anyone here?"

"Oy! Angelina!" George emerged from behind the counter, flipping the lights on, Angelina noticed that the Joke Shop had shelves upon shelves of items she recognized and some items that she did not recognize, "Glad your here, Ang! I'm so glad you decided to take the job!" he said hugging her, not bothering to stop talking, "And Fred will be happy to see you too! When I told him that you were coming to work here he was thrilled!"

"Hey, George," Angelina laughed, letting go of his embrace, "I see your still a morning person, eh?"

"Of course!" He winked, "Oy! Fred! Come here!"

Fred came stumbling out of the back room, looking the same as he did the last time Angelina saw him. 'Good feeling gone,' she thought. She felt nervous again. This would be extremely awkward.

Fred stood there, in a worm pair of green robes, shoulder rounded, eyes half closed, and it looked as if he hadn't brushed his hair. As a matter of fact, it looked like he just crawled out of bed. But Fred had always been like that, never a morning person. But when he saw Angelina standing next to George his eyes opened up.

"Hi, Angelina," he said quietly, smiling at her.

"Hey, Fred," she said softly, smiling back.

They looked at each other for a few moments, his eyes were still a piercing blue, and he still had a lopsided grin. She felt like she had just found her best friend again. Well, technically, she did.

"Ok, you two!" George said, clapping his hands together, "We need to start working here! Fred, if you don't mind, would you give Angelina a tour of the shop?" He looked from his brother to Angelina in a sly sort of way. "And, Angelina, if you have any questions, any at all, just ask one of us! I reckon today, you'll be checking inventory since it's your first day, but you'll catch along quickly. Right now I have to go visit Gringotts so I'll see you two in about a half an hour!"

And with that George swept out of the front door and happily walked up Diagon Alley waving and smiling at people.

"He hasn't changed a bit," Angelina said, looking after him, "Still hyper in the morning, that is,"

"Yeah," Fred sighed. He scratched his head and looked at her timidly, "Look, Angelina, I'm glad your here, it's really good to see you again,"

"Thanks," she said, giving him a small smile, "It's good to see you too. I'm glad I took this job, I missed you and George,"

He gave her a smile then said, "Well, I reckon I should show you the shop,"

"All right," she agreed. Fred showed Angelina the back room first. It was a small, dark room, with a table and 2 chairs in the middle of the room, and several closets, probably used for storage. Then he took her back to the front of the shop, and showed her how all the products were set up. Angelina was surprised to see that the store was vastly organized, the shelves were separated into categories and subcategories.

"And over there in the corner, are all the products that can turn a human into some sort of animal or something similar," Fred said pointing in left direction, as he finished up the tour.

"I take it the ever famous Canary Creams are back there?" Angelina asked, looking at him.

"Of course!" he exclaimed, "Where else would we put them, eh? And besides, that's probably where all the Hogwarts students will look for them, so that means - more sales," and he winked at her. The atmosphere between the two had been a little tense when Angelina had arrived but the atmosphere was slowly relaxing.

"You know, I'm quite surprised, Fred," she said, looking around, "I didn't know this place would be so organized. You and George were always the least bit organized back at Hogwarts,"

"Well, people change," he shrugged, "and plus, George started this whole organized rubbish. I've just grown used to it that's all,"

"I should have known," she laughed softly, shaking her head. Fred chuckled as well.

"All right, well, George says that you should check up on inventory, so I reckon I should show you how these complicated sheets work," he said, picking up a piece of parchment, rolling his eyes at it, "It took me forever to remember how to fill out one of these, but you've always been more faster then me, so you'll probably understand them straight away,"

"Well, let's have a look, then," she said, tipping the parchment so she could have a look, "Aye, these do look complicated. But I've got the best teacher, so teach away, Weasley,"

"A teacher? Me? Merlin, that'll be the day," he chuckled, more openly then before, then he sat on top of the counter and started explaining the inventory sheet.

By time George had arrived back at the shop, Angelina was checking how many Extendable Ears were in stock and Fred was assisting to a witch and her small daughter at the register. He gave the witch her change and she walked out of she shop and her daughter clearly looked happy with their purchase. George smiled at the little child then he walked up to the counter.

"How's everything going?" he asked Fred.

"Good, good," Fred said, looking up, "I showed Angelina around, and I explained everything to her, and business is doing very well, seeing as it's only 10:00,"

"Fantastic," George nodded. The rest of the day went very good. Angelina caught on to the way of things very quickly. She found out that she had a certain talent for counting and stocking inventory, it was an odd talent to have, but she had the talent nonetheless.

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It was nearly 10:00 at night and Fred walked out to the front door of the joke shop and flipped the "Open" sign over so that it read "Closed."

"Blimey," he said, locking the door, "Who would have thought that two women, probably as old as McGonagall, mind, would come in here and buy 20 sets of fake wands, eh?"

"I know," Angelina laughed, "I reckon growing up around Professor McGonagall will give you the impression that old people hate jokes, I suppose,"

"That's true. And you also get that impression growing up around Percy as well, right, Fred?" George added.

"Right you are, George," Fred said, rolling his eyes at the thought of Percy.

"But, Percy's not old," Angelina stated.

"Yes, but he acts older then Dumbledore, and about as ignorant as Filch," George said, casting a dark look at no one particular.

"That he does," Fred nodded.

"You guys are terrible," Angelina said, shaking her head. Then she heard a light tapping on the window. The trio looked up and saw a black barn owl tapping on the window. Angelina noticed this owl. It was Oliver Wood's owl. She didn't state this information out loud though. She started towards the window then Fred asked,

"That your owl, Angelina?"

"Yes," she lied, opening the window. She took the letter from it's leg, and it flew away. She looked at the handwriting on the envelope, it was clearly Oliver's handwriting. She fumbled with the letter, then slipped it inside her pocket.

"Getting fan mail, Angelina?" George asked, joking, but curious.

"Er, no," she forced a laugh, "it's just a letter from Oliver," Angelina mentally slapped herself. That one slipped. She was never a good liar, and usually blurted the truth when under pressure. She wasn't under pressure exactly, but she felt like it.

"Oliver?" Fred asked suddenly, "Oliver Wood?"

"Yeah," Angelina stuttered, shoving the letter in her pocket.

"Oliver Wood!" George exclaimed, "Oy! I haven't talked to that bloke in ages! Open it up, Angie, let's see what he has to say!"

"Oh, no, George, that's all right," Angelina said, "I'm sure he's just talking about his quidditch practice or something,"

"Well, why would he be writing to you about quidditch practice?" Fred asked, confused.

"Oh, he does that all the time," she shrugged. She didn't mean to say that. 'Smooth, Angelina' She told herself.

"All the time?" Fred repeated. Obviously, his interrogating hadn't changed over the years. Back at Hogwarts, Fred and George had always asked tons of questions when they were curious.

"Uh..sort of. Oliver and I, we're sort of dating," she said. She knew she'd have to say it sometime. But why now? Why did nothing but the truth come out of her mouth? She looked from one twin to the other.

"Dating?" Fred repeated. He was about to say something else but George interrupted.

"Dating! You and Wood? Brilliant! That's terrific! How long has it been?"

"Uh, listen, guys, I've got to get going," she started, "It's late and I really need to get home,"

Angelina gathered her stuff, said a hurried good-bye, then walked out the door quickly. She walked about a block away from the shop, then apparated to Katie's apartment. She stopped outside of the door, took a glance around to make sure no one was around, then took the letter out of her pocket. She opened it with her shaking hands, still a little embarrassed and nervous from getting the letter right in front of Fred.

She took the parchment out of the envelope and read it. It read-

Dear Angelina,

Hey, you, how's it going, love? I hear that your working with the Weasleys now? Katie sent me an owl this morning, and she mentioned how you ran into George the other day. I think it's really great for you to work there, I've been by the joke shop before, and it really is a brilliant place.

I'd tell you say 'hi' to them for me, but I'll get to see them soon enough because I'm coming in for a visit tomorrow! I finally got a day off of practice because the coach has come down with some muggle illness. Not sure what it is. But, no matter, I'll have plenty of free time tomorrow and I thought maybe I'd come in and see how my favorite girl is doing! And I'd also like to see Fred and George again, I haven't seen them in a long time.

I can't believe it's only been a week since i saw you last! It feels like forever! I'll be at Katie's early in the morning. I miss you!

Love,

Oliver

Angelina stared at the letter. Oliver was visiting. Tomorrow. At the Joke Shop. And he was going to see Fred and George. Angelina was excited, of course, her boyfriend coming to see her! But he was coming with her to the joke shop.

Although she was sure George wouldn't mind, she was almost positive that Fred would. He seemed a bit sore when she mentioned him today. But why was she caring so much of what Fred thought? She never cared about what other people thought. So why was she caring now?

She sighed, then turned towards the door. She put her hand on the door knob, and before opening the door, she hoped that Katie was still awake because she needed someone to talk to.

TBC

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