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Chapter Five: Faking With Fred
"Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred!!!!" Angelina raced through the Common Room- rousing studying first years, waking half-asleep seventh years, and running through a group of fifth years- straight into a red haired Weasley.
"OOF!!" They both cried.
"Sorry George- where's-"
"I'm right here, Ang." Fred smiled weakly. "Ooh, George! Maybe she accidentally ate one of our candy prototypes that make you move five times faster than usual?"
George's brow wrinkled. "I dunno, Fred. The Speed-a-Sweets weren't supposed to have a personality effect- but then again, that would explain why our dear friend here is frantically looking for you."
"Right you are, brother. I think we should test them on Neville, just to be sure..." Fred was stopped by Angelina lightly thwacking him on the head. Ugh! Could he not be annoying pest just for once?!?!
"Shut up and no, I did not eat any of your messed up sweets. Fred, we need to talk!" She ranted.
An "obvious/confused" look phased over Fred's freckled face. "Well, Ang, I kinda figured that when you started shouting my name and knocking everyone over just to get to me..." He stated.
"No, Fred! I mean we need to 'talk' ((A/N- stupid bold/italics/underline and the little starries aren't working! Grr!))..." She made a swooshing motion over to a deserted common room corner.
"Ah! About the, uh, erm... parrot incident. Yes! Let's go talk, shall we?" Fred said, once again with the sales person voice. Ang loved it when he did that! Wait- no! She had to talk to him now!! Fred smiled knowingly, pointing to the corner. He then turned to his brother, and with a fake, sincere voice told George, "Brother- I expect to see you around, but if I don't, just tune in to our twin ESP thing and I'll contact you then. Take care! Off we are, Ang..."
"All right, Fred. But do be careful..." George let out a sniffle and wiped away a nonexistent tear. Ugh! Thought Angelina. These two do too much acting- they're even starting to convince themselves...
"What's up, Best Friend that is a Girl who hopefully will be promoted to the position of Girlfriend?" Fred asked concernedly.
"Exactly my point!" Angelina exclaimed in a whisper. Fred's brow furrowed.
"Um... Will I be considered a stupid git if I say that I have absolutely no clue what you mean?"
"Ugh! No. What I mean is, that... well, I don't want to go all public if we start dating or anything, I mean, that is if..."
"Yes, yes, Ang, I'm pretty sure we're already past the 'I like you, you like me' thing. Now what is this about not wanting anyone else to know?"
"I dunno Fred, I'm just... If people hear out about us, and it doesn't work out... I'm just afraid... Fred, I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you. I don't want us to change. I mean, I want us to change, but not so completely that it's obvious, and..."
"And you'll miss my bickering and pestering, will you?"
"Now Fred, that's not I meant..."
"Oh admit it, Ang! You'd miss my bickering and pestering and annoying...ing... I can see it! I can!"
"Oh shut up, Fred! This is serious!"
"Of course, Ang. Look... if you want to keep quiet, it's fine with me. Just as long as we can be together- even in secret- it's fine with me." Fred smiled with sincerity in his eyes. It was when he was like this that Ang felt she was getting a glimpse of the true Fred Weasley. Not the annoying, humorous, ruler of the world, Weasley twin. But a gentler, truthful, deep person that he rarely ever let out.
"Thanks..." She whispered quietly, meeting his gaze.
"Any time, Ang, any time...," He grinned, starting to walk back to George and Alicia, who had joined them down in the Common Room. "It's a good thing I'm the best actor there is at Hogwarts. Think you can match up to me?"
"Fred- I've already matched up to you, and not only, but I have already lit the torch."
"Huh?"
"Matches, Fred, matches..."
"Ah! I see the light! And you are so not a better at acting than me, Ang. Honestly... Tell us, Miss Johnson, what's it like being stuck in reality with no acting or make believe whatsoever? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
"I am not, Mr. Torchless Match! Now shut up and... and do whatever you usually do!"
"Hmm... I usually annoy you, so that's already taken care of!"
"What about the shut up part, then, hmm? You can't possibly annoy me and not talk at the same time, can you? Ha! Who's stuck in reality now, Torchless!?"
"Oh believe me, Ang, there are ways, there are ways..."
"You and George! Ugh! Hopeless cases you are! But even George is a bit better than you! At least he knows when to stop being a prat!"
Fred gasped, "How dare you speak of my own brother that way you... you... Person Stuck in Reality!"
"I see the conversation has strayed off of parrots, then?" George and Alicia came up to them.
"Apparently. Tell you brother to get some brains, will you?!" Angelina rolled her eyes.
George thought about it for a moment, "See... I would, I really would, Angelina, but then that would make Fred the smarter of the two of us, wouldn't it? I can't risk losing my title..."
"Oh please..."
As the completely pointless arguments raged on, Angelina couldn't help but grin inwardly at the fact that her plan was working!!! ... Or so she thought...
Chapter Five: Faking With Fred
"Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred!!!!" Angelina raced through the Common Room- rousing studying first years, waking half-asleep seventh years, and running through a group of fifth years- straight into a red haired Weasley.
"OOF!!" They both cried.
"Sorry George- where's-"
"I'm right here, Ang." Fred smiled weakly. "Ooh, George! Maybe she accidentally ate one of our candy prototypes that make you move five times faster than usual?"
George's brow wrinkled. "I dunno, Fred. The Speed-a-Sweets weren't supposed to have a personality effect- but then again, that would explain why our dear friend here is frantically looking for you."
"Right you are, brother. I think we should test them on Neville, just to be sure..." Fred was stopped by Angelina lightly thwacking him on the head. Ugh! Could he not be annoying pest just for once?!?!
"Shut up and no, I did not eat any of your messed up sweets. Fred, we need to talk!" She ranted.
An "obvious/confused" look phased over Fred's freckled face. "Well, Ang, I kinda figured that when you started shouting my name and knocking everyone over just to get to me..." He stated.
"No, Fred! I mean we need to 'talk' ((A/N- stupid bold/italics/underline and the little starries aren't working! Grr!))..." She made a swooshing motion over to a deserted common room corner.
"Ah! About the, uh, erm... parrot incident. Yes! Let's go talk, shall we?" Fred said, once again with the sales person voice. Ang loved it when he did that! Wait- no! She had to talk to him now!! Fred smiled knowingly, pointing to the corner. He then turned to his brother, and with a fake, sincere voice told George, "Brother- I expect to see you around, but if I don't, just tune in to our twin ESP thing and I'll contact you then. Take care! Off we are, Ang..."
"All right, Fred. But do be careful..." George let out a sniffle and wiped away a nonexistent tear. Ugh! Thought Angelina. These two do too much acting- they're even starting to convince themselves...
"What's up, Best Friend that is a Girl who hopefully will be promoted to the position of Girlfriend?" Fred asked concernedly.
"Exactly my point!" Angelina exclaimed in a whisper. Fred's brow furrowed.
"Um... Will I be considered a stupid git if I say that I have absolutely no clue what you mean?"
"Ugh! No. What I mean is, that... well, I don't want to go all public if we start dating or anything, I mean, that is if..."
"Yes, yes, Ang, I'm pretty sure we're already past the 'I like you, you like me' thing. Now what is this about not wanting anyone else to know?"
"I dunno Fred, I'm just... If people hear out about us, and it doesn't work out... I'm just afraid... Fred, I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you. I don't want us to change. I mean, I want us to change, but not so completely that it's obvious, and..."
"And you'll miss my bickering and pestering, will you?"
"Now Fred, that's not I meant..."
"Oh admit it, Ang! You'd miss my bickering and pestering and annoying...ing... I can see it! I can!"
"Oh shut up, Fred! This is serious!"
"Of course, Ang. Look... if you want to keep quiet, it's fine with me. Just as long as we can be together- even in secret- it's fine with me." Fred smiled with sincerity in his eyes. It was when he was like this that Ang felt she was getting a glimpse of the true Fred Weasley. Not the annoying, humorous, ruler of the world, Weasley twin. But a gentler, truthful, deep person that he rarely ever let out.
"Thanks..." She whispered quietly, meeting his gaze.
"Any time, Ang, any time...," He grinned, starting to walk back to George and Alicia, who had joined them down in the Common Room. "It's a good thing I'm the best actor there is at Hogwarts. Think you can match up to me?"
"Fred- I've already matched up to you, and not only, but I have already lit the torch."
"Huh?"
"Matches, Fred, matches..."
"Ah! I see the light! And you are so not a better at acting than me, Ang. Honestly... Tell us, Miss Johnson, what's it like being stuck in reality with no acting or make believe whatsoever? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
"I am not, Mr. Torchless Match! Now shut up and... and do whatever you usually do!"
"Hmm... I usually annoy you, so that's already taken care of!"
"What about the shut up part, then, hmm? You can't possibly annoy me and not talk at the same time, can you? Ha! Who's stuck in reality now, Torchless!?"
"Oh believe me, Ang, there are ways, there are ways..."
"You and George! Ugh! Hopeless cases you are! But even George is a bit better than you! At least he knows when to stop being a prat!"
Fred gasped, "How dare you speak of my own brother that way you... you... Person Stuck in Reality!"
"I see the conversation has strayed off of parrots, then?" George and Alicia came up to them.
"Apparently. Tell you brother to get some brains, will you?!" Angelina rolled her eyes.
George thought about it for a moment, "See... I would, I really would, Angelina, but then that would make Fred the smarter of the two of us, wouldn't it? I can't risk losing my title..."
"Oh please..."
As the completely pointless arguments raged on, Angelina couldn't help but grin inwardly at the fact that her plan was working!!! ... Or so she thought...