Angelina woke up for the third time that night. What was she going to do? Even though Fred didn't know about Wood, she did. And that was enough to guilt trip her every time she even got close to Fred. She felt awful. She was torn between guys, and Fred hadn't even changed.
She decided to go down to the common room to relax, because she obviously wasn't going back to sleep. There wasn't really a reason to try; she was just gonna wake up again in a couple of hours.
After shoving her feet into her slippers, she padded down the carpeted steps to the common room.
The warm glow of the crackling fire filled the room with a yellowish light. The light lit up the furniture in a cozy way, and a figure sitting at one of the round tables. Angelina walked over silently, curious as to who was down here at this hour. When she got closer she saw that she was facing the back of his or her head, which was covered in ginger hair. Once she had gotten around the figure and saw his face, it was obvious who it was. She knelt down in front of Fred, and looked into his angelic face.
He was so perfect when he slept. She came as close to him as she would permit himself, and just gazed at him. Before she knew what she was doing, she brushed a strand of hair out of his face and behind his ear. He stirred.
"Ang...?" he muttered. She drew her hand back and covered her mouth so as not to breathe, but it was too late.
"Angelina?" he opened his eyes and sat up. "Is that... you?" She backed up. "It's okay... I was... I fell asleep, studying," he struggled for words, still groggy with sleep. She smiled at him, she couldn't help it.
"Okay. I can... see that.' In front of him was an open book on charms and a box of materials. "Stuff for your joke shop?" He grinned and nodded.
"So... why are you down here anyway?" His grin faded.
"Oh I... I couldn't sleep," she admitted. It was Fred; she could tell him anything. She smiled inwardly at that thought.
"Oh..." There was a pause, during which Angelina had to decide.
"Fred?" He nodded, looking up at her from his box of stuff which he had hastily been packing up.
"I... I have to tell you something." He nodded again. "I am seeing... Wood." He just stared at her, silently. He seemed lost for words. "I'm... sorry." He shrugged, picked up his stuff, and left. Angelina sat alone with the popping flames.