There's absolutely no point to this author's note, but I felt the need to put it despite.

George found Alicia sitting on the bathroom floor, crying softly and rocking herself. She realized he was there when he pulled her onto his lap and let her cry.

"Gonna tell me what's wrong?" George finally asked as Alicia's crying slowed down. They were still rocking on the floor of the bathroom.

"I don't know what to do." Alicia whispered back, burrowing her face even deeper into his chest.

"You don't have to do anything." he assured her, not sure what else to say.

"Yes I do!" she responded, pulling her face up and looking George in the eye. "I have to do something! I can't just pretend I don't know!"

"What?"

"I don't want to try and explain it. Can I just...talk about it later?" Alicia sighed, giving up on making a decision.

George tried to understand, but couldn't really get a grasp on the whole situation. He never heard the whole story, since Alicia really couldn't bare to say it all. The guilt of everything she had discovered, added to the guilt of everything she never knew made her life a bit too complicated. George's intellect is undeniably above par, but there are somethings that no one can understand.

To make her feel better, George offered to bring her into the shop. Technically, she would come to work, but this was Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, so work and play did not have many differences.

Alicia was assigned the 'job' of testing out some of the less...dangerous products in the store. Giving a bit of a show. For an entire day, Alicia had fun showing off unpopable bubbles and ways to make tiny skeletons dance for children. She was a hero, and more than once the twins would shoot her jealous looks as they went back to doing purely business-y things.

"Okay, why is it that I don't do this full time?" Alicia laughed at the end of it all, sitting up on the counter, letting her feet swing in a very relaxed matter. Two exhausted Weasleys collapsed onto two identical stools that were left behind the counter.

"Because when you're doing it, and having an obviously grand time, neither of us can do it. Meaning, that we don't get fun breaks. And if one of us does it, he's guilted by the other." Fred explained, leaning back and stretching.

"It doesn't matter, it's closing time. Which means, someone will fall victim to the more risky products we keep in the back as soon as the door is locked." George reminded, his eyes slipping to the doorway that led to the backroom which held all his favorite items.

As if on cue, the little bell that rang everytime someone opened the door, sang it's little song. The twins fought the urge to sigh, and, being perceptive, Alicia shooed them to clean the back, offering to deal with the very last customer.

"Sorry to sound rude, but we're just about to close, so unless you have something in mind--" Alicia started, grinning as much as she could.

"No, I'm not here to buy anything. I'm looking for an Alicia. Alicia Spinett, or something really close to that." The supposed customer was a short, frail looking woman in her early twenties, with thin, perfectly straight dark brown hair and a slight shake to her."I'm Alicia."

"Oh, uh, I heard you were asking around about Katie."

"I am."

"Have you found anything out about her?" the girl's already nervous demeanor became even more anxious as she asked that last question."I've...found quite a bit...I'm sorry, but were you one of her drug buddies?" Alicia blurted. Hey, if this girl could track her down, Alicia could ask drug questions.

"Yeah," oddly enough, the girl grinned, putting her head down, crossing her arms. "I am. I haven't always been bad. Life is just hard, ya know?"

"Yeah..."

"But I just wanted to know about Katie. I haven't heard from her for months. None of us have."

"Us?"
"Oh, yeah. There's a big group of us. We're all 'drug buddies,' as you called us. We spent a few years in the same neighborhood."

"Oh,"

"Katie was real popular, and not just because of all the money."
"Money?"
"Oh, yeah, her birth dad was loaded. Left it all to her, but she rarely acted like it. As in, never. But sometimes, she'd pay for all the--"
"I think I know." Alicia cut the shaky girl off, not really wanting to know everything about Katie.

"So, uh, here" the girl quickly handed Alicia a note, and pulled her hand away right after, as if Alicia were going to smack it. "It's my number, call me when you find her. If I don't answer, someone who wants the same thing as I do will. A lot of us want to find her, so just call. Ask for Fiona."

"Fiona, got it." Alicia nodded. As nice as this Fiona girl was, she made Alicia nervous. She looked as if Alicia couldn't breathe on her too hard because it'd make her fly across the room.

With a mumbled goodbye, Fiona shuffled out of the store, her eyes down as she exited.

"What was that about?" Fred asked from the backroom. Alicia kept watching the door way.

"Nothing." she answered, slipping the note into her pocket. "Someone just needed directions. I'll just lock the door, and then George and I will probably head on home. Send my love to Angelina."