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Disclaimer: Repeat after me, Potter does not belong to Arianna…Potter does not belong to Arianna…Potter does not belong to Arianna…

Teeny Surprises

December soon turned into January, then quickly into February and business at Weasley Wizard Wheezes went on as usual. George's visits to the Apothecary slowed to once every two and a half to three weeks since people were not exactly rushing out to buy Canary Creams to give to their significant other on Valentine's Day. Frequently, he found himself coming up with lame excuses to go buy various herbs and potions, but Fred never fell for them. The only spare time he ever had was at lunch and by that time he was starving.

Today was no different. Twelve o'clock rolled around and his stomach was rumbling rather loudly as he waited for Fred to get back from his lunch break. However, this time he planned to apparate into the apothecary and see if Padma would like to join him.

Bored, he twirled a quill between his fingers and watched the lone customer walk around the store. The store was always empty at this time. George was beginning to wonder why they did not just close up for an hour to go to lunch. At the most they would miss two sales.

The horn hanging from the door let out a squawk as Fred strolled in lazily, doggie-bag in hand.

"I recommend the new café next to Olivander's," he groaned, leaning against the wall, "Positively corking good food. I feel like a stuffed toad."

"What'd you order?"

"Chicken sautéed in pumpkin sauce," he held up the bag, "I brought back some to enchant and send to Ron and Hermione. He's planning a special dinner and I think it might be humorous if the chicken had a mind of its own."

"How do you plan on getting the chicken to their dinner table?"

A mischievous gleam filled his eyes. "The master never reveals his secrets."

George laughed. "Just don't forget to put a viewing charm on the room so we can see what happens."

            Padma stared at her sister angrily, gripping two glass vials tightly in her hands

"Parvati, this is the fifth time you've canceled lunch on me in two weeks!"

Parvati shrugged apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Padma, but it's really important. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll come see you tonight."

By the end of her statement, she was pleading with Padma to forgive her. Whatever it was, it did actually seem to be important. Maybe this time she was not ditching Padma to have a romp in bed with Ernie.

"Fine, I'll see you tonight."

Relief spread across Parvati's face.

"You're the best, but you wouldn't have to depend on me for a social life if you would just get out more."

Padma opened her mouth to inform Parvati that she had no interest in having a social life like hers, but Parvati was already gone. She sighed and carried the two glass vials to a shelf in the back. She and Parvati were growing further and further apart every day.

There was a loud pop right beside her ear. Startled, she screamed.

"Oops," George laughed, "I meant to arrive at the front door."

"Merlin's beard!" she exclaimed, gasping for breath, "You almost landed on me!"

He grinned and leaned jauntily against the counter.

"Would it make up for it if I asked you to join me for lunch?"

            The café was crowded and millions of tiny pink hearts darted around the room in honor of the upcoming holiday, but it still maintained a pleasant atmosphere. They were seated right next to a window where they could watch the crowds walking past. George had taken Fred's advice and ordered the chicken sautéed in pumpkin sauce. Padma, a vegetarian, had ordered spaghetti in a vegetarian meat sauce (Something Padma considered an oxymoron).

She twirled the noodles around her three-pronged fork.

"Do you ever feel like Fred is growing away from you?" she asked.

He raised his eyebrows. "No. I mean, he spends loads of time with Angelina, but we work together and live together." He took a bite of chicken. "Does this have to do with Parvati?"

She grimaced at the sight of half masticated chicken. "Of course. Lately, I find myself being pushed aside so she can be with Ernie. They've been married half a year, but we're twins!" He nodded for her to continue. "We were supposed to have our own shop and live together. Now I'm working at an apothecary and living in a flat in a building in the middle of a street filled with pubs and strip joints!" She stabbed at a mushroom in the sauce, frustrated.

An errant heart flew in front of his face and he swatted it away.

"I'm sure she still cares about you, it's just that …What did Mum say about Bill and Fleur…they're still in the Honeymoon phase. Give them time to adjust to this and everything will be back to normal."

"Wise words from the former prankster prince."

George raised his eyebrows once more. "I'll have you know that I can still prank with the best of them."

"I have no doubts."

Another heart flew past, narrowly missing Padma's glass of butterbeer. George was tempted to use his wand and send the tiny pink hearts all the way to Egypt. He was sure Bill and Fleur could have fun with them or at least shut them in a tomb. Perhaps Charlie could feed them to his dragons.

"I meant to ask if your cousins enjoyed their gifts."

Padma let out a slight laugh. "According to Holly, Marigold has missed at least eight Divination classes with Trelawney since they went back. And at least one Fainting Fancy has been slipped into Snape's food. I'm still not sure how that was accomplished."

George frowned. "And we missed it."

A short chapter, but I apologize. I have work so it's hard to find time to write.