It Figures

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my beautiful best friend who demanded that I rewrite this chapter because, in her words, the Toussaint-Johnson twins hating each other was just wrong. And also because I'm broke and can't afford to buy her both a Christmas and half-birthday present this year.

A/N2: I was working on Chapter 10 of WtWS and decided that I should go ahead and edit and post this. I still think the first version of this was better, but because what FA wants, FA gets (she is such a spoiled brat), I changed it.

A/N 3: Faye, thanks for the e-card. Nice to know someone is happy for us (Dee's brother still hates me).

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Abby's POV

It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures.

I hate her. I hate her. I HATE HER!!! How could she do that to me, just leave me all alone like this? I'm going to kill Fred; I know he had something to do with this. I just don't know what, yet. But when George tells me…I will AK him so fast, he won't know what him. (A/N: I know, I know. With the Killing Curse, you die instantly. Unless you're Harry Potter of course.)

They say everyone goes through three stages of grief: denial, anger and acceptance. I didn't go through denial; I went straight to anger. Anger at Angelina, anger at Fred for whatever he did to her, anger at myself for not recognizing that something was wrong. They also say that only identical twins can sense things; that's not true. Close siblings and best friends do it also. The moment Angelina died is a case in point.

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Flashback

I'm sitting on my couch making a change to my maid of honor robes. I know Angie had a specific color in mind, but it isn't going to work very well with the wedding theme. She'll understand though; she always does. Besides, I look better in lavender than in violet.

I reach down into the case beside me and lift out the tray of pastel quills. After selecting the lavender one, I immediately drop it. All of a sudden, I can't breathe at all. This isn't happening. I'm only twenty-two; I'm too bloody young to have a heart attack. Then as quickly as it started, I can inhale again and I'm filled with this feeling of…relief and peace. I wonder if… Nah.

Audrey bursts into my living room. "Are you alright?" she asks me. If she didn't look so worried, I'd laugh. Harried and frazzled are not words in my older sister's vocabulary. In fact, she's usually the calm one out of the three of us. Maybe there really IS something wrong.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I couldn't breathe just a few moments ago."

"Like someone was choking you? And then it just stopped?"

"Yeah. So you felt it, too?"

"I guess so. Then that means…"

"It was Angie," Audrey finishes. "Have you talked to her?"

She HAD seemed kind of down at lunch, but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. "Not since lunch."

"Do you think we should go see her?"

Should we? "Nah, she can take care of herself."

"You're right; she probably just choked on something."

"A fag most likely." But Angelina never lit up unless something was worrying her.

"She really should give that up."

"I know. It's a disgusting habit."

A few moments of awkward silence pass. Audrey and I aren't as close as we used to be; she grew up and got married. And since she took over our Aunt Toni's old Beater position on the Hollyhead Harpies, we see her even less because of all her traveling. "So I guess I'll get going now. I left the kids with Matt and I'm afraid of what the house will look like when I get back."

"I guess I'll see you later then,"

"Yeah, I guess so." It's hard to believe that the three Toussaint-Johnson daughters used to be inseparable. Looking at us now, you'd think we were complete strangers.

I walk Audrey to my fireplace and she turns to look at me before stepping in. "Look, Abby. I know we don't talk as often as we used to."

What the hell is she on about? "Audrey?"

She cuts me off. "Let me finish, Abigail." I wince; I hate that name. "Anyway, I just want you to know that even though I don't get to see you as much I'd like, I still love you. Tell Angie that next time you see her, will you?"

"Sure, Audrey. And I love you, too, sis."

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But I didn't get that chance.

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

When you think everything's okay and everything's going right.

I cringe. Of all the Muggle singers to play Angie's funeral, why Alanis Morissette? Why couldn't Angie's favorite musician be Sheryl Crow? Then we could have at least some upbeat music here. Angie may have been a bit of a cynic, but she wasn't depressed.

Ugh. I loathe this song. Especially now that the lyrics make sense. I hate that I didn't see what was going on with Angelina. She'd been dropping hints that something was bothering her for months and I just ignored them. And I shouldn't have written off the nagging feeling I felt last week. As soon as Audrey stepped into my flat, we should've Apparated into Angie's place. Even if we were too late, we still should have. I abandoned my own twin in her time of need. If either of us deserves to be dead right now, it's me.

And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face.

I shoot a glare in Fred's direction and he winces. I knew he had something to do with this. He even looks guilty. Then I look over at George. My ex-boyfriend seems so distraught. I don't know why that surprises me; I know how much he loved my sister. So much, in fact, that he broke up with me because I reminded him of her. Someone is going to have to help him pick up the pieces. It might as well be me.

I feel so awful for thinking about using my sister's death to my own advantage. But I'm just being realistic here. George's going to need to be consoled. And since he resents Fred for winning Angie (and Lee has Alicia), the job will fall to me. Might as well get the man I love back in the process. As Angelina herself said, opportunity never knocks twice.

But that will have to wait until I reach the acceptance stage. Which might never happen because I'm content being angry. Even though, deep down, the one person I really hate is myself. But for the time being I HATE HER! I HATE HER! I HATE HER!!!!