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Two Different Dinners

A week later

Angelina looked up at the clear blue sky; the weather was definitely not in favor of her mood today. It had been a week since her and George had…stopped seeing each other? That wasn't right. Well…since they had that conversation anyways.

That conversation.

It was something that she thought was going to be the best thing she could have done. Instead she felt lonely without George. She and Lee had watched a movie last night. And a few nights before that Alicia, Katie and her had gone out. Was it because she didn't know how George was doing? The answer came quick, no, that wasn't why. She knew from Lee that George had been hanging out with Lee, Alicia, Katie, his family, so he was doing fine.

She looked back up and before she looked down she ran into someone and fell down.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Angelina took the hand and got up, "It's fine. I'm—Jake?"

The man tilted his head to the side, "Angelina?"

"Yeah."

"Long time no see. How are you?"

"Good. I was just heading…to lunch."

"Well hey, mind if I join you?"

The tall dark girl contemplated that for a minute. He was a nice guy, and..."Sure, sounds good."

He smiled which caused a smile out of her; he was very friendly and he had a nice smile. Not like Fred and Geo—George's smile, but nice all the same. The two were quiet as they walked. Angelina felt like she should say something, she just didn't know what to say, so instead she turned her attention to everything that was around her.

Not that many people were on the road and those that were walked quickly to their destinations. The joke shop was probably very busy. A smile crossed her lips at the thought of it. Quickly she turned her mind away from it. She wasn't going to think about it just now. George was just fine, and she had gone at least two days without depending on him, she couldn't start now.

"So, how are things going with you?"

"Fine."

"How was the rest of the party?"

She shrugged, "I didn't really stay much longer than you did."

"Not really a party girl?" She raised her eyebrow at him and this time he shrugged, "Sorry, just trying to make conversation."

"I know. I just…" She looked up and saw the restaurant she was looking for. It was out of the way, and people there usually left you alone. "I'm eating here."

"Do you want me to leave?"

Angelina exhaled slowly thinking about this. Hadn't she gotten upset at George for something that wasn't even as close to a date as this was? So how was this different? They weren't going out. No. They weren't, besides maybe this is what she needed, some different company. "You can come in if you want."

Smiling the tall man next to her opened the door and let Angelina go in first. Soon the two were seated at a table with orders in.

"So you come here often?" Jake asked after the waiter left.

"I used to. I haven't in a while."

"Any reason?"

Without her meaning to she remembered the first time she had come to this place, it wasn't too terribly long ago…

"Where are we going Fred?"

"Don't worry we're almost there."

Fred pulled Angelina along down the street. It was a street she didn't go to often because she hadn't thought there was much there. "Is there even anything down there?"

The red haired man stopped causing Angelina to walk into him. She looked up and scowled at him, "Why did you do that?"

He tilted his head to the left slightly, "It's right there."

She looked over and saw that a restaurant was nestled between two stores, one that was for flowers and the other was meat. Not exactly the nicest place to have a store, but…it worked. The two walked in. It was small with dark walls. There was about five total people there. Angelina knew that this wouldn't have been a choice for her to just go in and eat. Hopefully this wasn't another one of Fred's jokes.

"Weasley!" An older man stood on the other side of the restaurant. He was shorter with white hair.

"Yep."

"Where's the other one?"

"Not here today."

The older man's eyes traveled over to Angelina, "And who is this?"

"Angelina."

"Oh, this is Angelina." Angelina looked at Fred and raised an eyebrow. He shrugged, "What?"

Shaking her head she sighed before saying anything, "Are we going to sit down?"

"Come one."

Fred took her hand and the two walked over to a table and sat down.

"Angelina!"

She snapped back to the real world, one without Fred, and she saw Jake in front of her, "What?"

"What do you want to drink?"

Angelina looked up at the waiter, "Just water."

He nodded and left. Jake looked around, "This is different."

"And?"

"I just…it's nice Angelina, don't get me wrong. It's quiet and I like that."

She nodded. This wasn't so bad. Jake was a nice enough guy, and he didn't know anything about the war or anything like that. It was nice to have that break. Taking a deep breath she tried to turn her full attention to the man sitting across from her.

George looked up and down the store one last time. Everything was in its place and it was quiet in the store.

"George!"

The red headed man turned to see his younger brother a little ways off, "What?"

"Do you still need me?"

"No, you can go. Is Verity still up there?"

"She left about half an hour ago remember?"

George thought back to when Verity had come up to him and asked about leaving a bit early, of course he had said yes, but… "Thanks Ron."

He nodded and began walking out the door. "Bye."

George wondered where Ron was going to go, did he have a place of his own, did he and Harry share? This was something that George knew that he should know, "Ron!"

His younger brother came back and looked at him questioningly, "What?"

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"Well…"

"Look it's fine if you do, in fact,"

"Don't say it doesn't matter. Did you want to go and get something to eat?"

George panicked looking around the store, he still hating leaving this place, Fred wouldn't want him to miss out and Angelina…shaking his head he looked back at Ron, "Sure." He could tell that his voice wasn't joyful, but Ron didn't even say anything.

Soon the two were at a small restaurant. It was quiet and full of muggles. George preferred that at the moment. None of them would realize about Fred and express their sympathies or apologies. They were quietly eating their dinner when George heard Ron speak up, "So business is good."

He nodded, "Where do you live Ron?"

"At the Burrow still, why?"

"Just curious."

"Oh."

There was a few times that George noticed Ron looking at George with a sad look on his face, either it was pity or sorrow. Stopping himself from those thoughts further George realized that he would have to remember that Ron had lost a brother too, and he had been there for it. Just like Percy. Not that he had talked to either brothers about that event, he didn't want to discuss it still.

The dinner was mostly quiet, but it wasn't as bad as George would have thought; whether Ron agreed or not he wasn't sure, but he knew one thing, it was nice being with his family again, even though he missed not just one, but two people at that moment.