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Chapter 7

"Rise and shine!" Katie yelled cheerfully, stepping into Angelina's room, "hey, wake up!" she said, and pulling the covers off Angelina's head.

"No!" Angelina groaned sleepily, "I'm not going," she replied, and after a minute, said, "and you drink too much coffee in the morning,"

"Do not," Katie protested and sat at the foot of her friend's bed, "Besides, it's not the twin's fault that Wood broke up with you, the git. And they need you at the store,"

Angelina rolled her eyes. 'Yeah right,' She thought.

"I can't go," she sat up and stared at Katie, "I don't feel well," Katie sighed and felt Angelina's forehead.

"Yes you can and yes you do," she said, standing up, "now, please, Angelina, stop acting like a schoolgirl and get ready for work,"

Angelina rolled her eyes again and got up from her bed. Frustrated, she ran a brush through her hair and threw on a pair of ash gray robes.

"Fine. I'm up. Happy?" She said sarcastically, as she sat at the table. Katie looked up from the Daily Prophet.

"Very. And would you look at this!" Katie said, looking back down at the paper, "The Montrose Magpies are supposed to be way better then Puddlemere United. Hope they kick the tar out of him!" Katie smiled evilly as Angelina smirked.

"Hey, you better get going. You'll be late," Katie said over her steaming cup of coffee. Angelina looked up, alarmed.

"Merlin, you're right! I am late!" She exclaimed, gathering her coat in her arms, as she ran out the door.

Angelina walked through the chilly air, her freshly brushed hair flowing behind her. She picked up her pace and prayed Fred wouldn't be the one scolding her for being a few minutes late.

Remembering the fight they had rekindled some anger that she had totally forgotten when she went to Oliver's. Angelina entered the store in a huff, her cheeks flushed and her hair windblown.

"Angelina! Hello!" George greeted her.

"Hi," She said, still caching her breath.

"Well look who it is," Fred said, emerging from the back room. Angelina only glared at him.

"What are we doing today?" She asked, turning back to George, ignoring Fred. George chuckled slightly.

"So eager! If only Fred had the same spirit when we started the business," Fred rolled his eyes.

"If only George had a brain," He replied as he walked up to the counter and leaned on it, "well, brother, today I think will be the day that I get to travel to our other store and check on the workers," George laughed again.

"Well, brother," He said in a mocking, sly tone, "I believe you are wrong. Because today is the day that you clean out the back room with Angelina's aid," George rebuked.

He was standing in the middle of the store. Fred stood up properly behind the counter.

"You haven't been in this store for a whole day since Angelina came here!" He spat.

"That's the point, Fred, are you just now understanding? We hired Angelina so I could establish more stores!" George argued.

"Why can't she work there?" Fred asked incredulously.

"Excuse me, if you would," Angelina came up, bringing both the boys attention to her, "I am working at this particular store, because I couldn't find another job and because George invited me to. And Fred, I'm sorry if you can't appreciate that but it's not up to you to decide where I work, like it or not,"

"Yeah," George commented, nodding. "And she works alot harder then you have the past couple days,"

"Harder? She left early yesterday when we had about a million costumers!"

"She had plans. I knew she did." George said. Angelina nodded, walking back to the back room. Fred gave his brother a dirty look.

"I'm off," George said, eyeing Fred and Angelina. "You two will be alright, here?"

"Fine," They both said together. They turned and glared at each other.

"Right. Don't wait up, I'll be back late." George said as he left. Angelina was now behind the counter with Fred, who pushed his way past her.

"Don't give me any of your attitude, Fred Weasley," she said simply, eyeing him.

"Yeah, because you have enough of your own, don't you?" He snapped back, turning around and staring at her.

"I knew I should have stayed home today," Angelina muttered to herself, walking in front of Fred, straightening up a few items on a shelf.

"Here, here," he said darkly, "I wish you would have too, because then you wouldn't be standing in front of me,"

"And now I'm not," she replied heatedly, walking up to switch the sign from 'closed' to 'open.'

Rolling his eyes, Fred took his spot at his cash register and Angelina walked behind hers.

"Do your best not to look at me, would you?" she asked, staring straight ahead.

"Why would I want to?" He said smugly, staring into the distance as well.

The customers came and went while Angelina and Fred did their best to ignore each other. Not soon enough the clock rang six and it was closing time. Angelina looked around the extremely messy store. Hogwarts students had removed objects from shelves and later decided they didn't need them, putting them somewhere else. They'd knock things over and open boxes, despite Angelina and Fred's best efforts.

"It's six. I'm leaving," Angelina said shortly, heading to get her coat.

"Oh no you don't. We have to clean up this mess," Fred replied hotly, his hair sticking up in different directions from rubbing his hands over it all day. She turned around, smirking.

"I am not staying here any longer than I have to," she said, walking towards the door.

"And you have to," he replied with fire in his eyes. She stared back at him intensely.

"Use your wand, Fred, it isn't that hard." She said slowly through clenched teeth.

"If you want your paycheck, you have to stay until seven," He said in the same tone of voice.

"There's nothing to do!" She replied incredulously, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You're not skipping out early again! Especially not to go see Oliver! He's all you ever care about!"

"Shut up, Fred," she warned in a dark tone, visions of the previous evening flooding into her mind.

"I'm being serious, Angelina, how blind are you? He's all you ever talk about ..him...and - and quidditch..." his voice was rising.

"Fred, I'm warning you," she said, her voice beginning to shake. But Fred was still ranting.

"It's like Wood is you're entire world. You'd be nothing without him," he spat.

Angelina's lower lip began to tremble, she tried desperately not to cry. She quickly turned away, blinking back tears. She hated crying in front of Fred at Hogwarts, now was no different.

Fred's words echoed in her head as she ran out the door into the cold night air.

A/N: That darn Fred. Sensitive, much? Wonder what happens next…well…I know…Cassi knows…but do you? Well, you probably do. But please review anyway! Thanks again to all previous reviewers! ^_^

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