I woke up the next day feeling exuberant. After my initial shock at Fred's announcement last night, Fred and I had discussed our plan and decided that the engagement would be indefinite and that we would wait to see if things blew over and got better for the Malfoys before we called it off. We also agreed that the relationship would be strictly platonic seeing as it wasnt a real engagement or anything and I wasnt sure if I was ready to be anything more than Fred's friend. Fred had also said he would speak with his brother to see if I could move in with them as at this point I was rather done with my family, however I could not see that conversation going down well with George. As I merrily skipped downstairs and into the kitchen my happy mood was rudely interrupted by Lucius making his slimy way into the kitchen holding the Daily Prophet.

"Congratulations." He greeted me airily, barring an article at me that covered Hermione and Ron's engagement party as well as Fred's surprise announcement.

"I take it you finally came around and accepted my help." He looked at me smugly. I grabbed my evening bag which I had tossed onto the kitchen table when I had come in the last night. Opening it, I pulled out the very small, yet very full vial of pink liquid and tossed it carelessly to Lucius saying,

"Didnt need to." And went back to buttering my toast. Lucius stared at the vial in his hand and then at me his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"It would seem that I underestimated your -er- abilities. Well done." He nodded at me as he exited the kitchen his knuckles white as he clutched the small vial.

I strolled down Diagon Ally with the intention of visiting Fred and speaking to him about moving in. My family had been downright insufferable. Other than Lucius, no one had mentioned my engagement as if I had owed it to them to sacrifice my life for their misdoings. To them it was as if a debt had been paid and while I could sense a ease of tension in the house there were no "Thank yous" or "well dones" sent my way. If anything Edwyna had been even more rude to me as of late and I began to harbor the suspicion that she was secretly insanely jealous that I was able to catch a man so quickly. I certainly wasnt going to tell her the truth of the matter so I continued to take her incessant abuse. I was jerked out of my reverie when someone grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me into a dark side ally. I looked up in anger to see a tall black girl with beautifully braided hair pointing her wand directly at my face. I stared at her, I felt as if I had seen her somewhere. I thought back to the drunken night at Fred's flat and gasped.

"You're Angelina Johnson!" Fred had told me much about this girl and it seemed she was Fred and George's best friend at school. Fred had confided in me that they had dated a while before she broke up with him to date some Ravenclaw Quidditch captain after she had graduated.

"That's right." She snapped, not lowering her wand an inch and continuing furiously. "If you know that then you'll also know that Fred is my best mate and if you do anythin-" She had stopped because even though I was massively intimidated I couldn't help but to start laughing. "What's your problem." She snapped at me, obviously irritated. I took a breath, of course my first death threat would come from Fred's ex girlfriend who was all too obviously still in love with him.

"It's nothing." I said shaking my head. "I assure you I haven't the slightest intention of hurting Fred in any way." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Would you like to grab a cup of tea with me?" I asked impulsively. Angelina stared at me before spitting,

"I don't share drinks with snakes." I knew at this point she would probably find every reason to hate me as women in love are wont to do but I persisted.

"You know, I was never in Slytherine just to clarify. I went to Durmstrang." She gave me a look that said "big difference" but I could also see the light of excitement cross her face. Durmstrang had a stellar reputation for turning out some of the best professional Quidditch players and if I gathered anything about Angelina in all the time that Fred had talked about her it was that she LIVED for Quidditch.

"My offer still stands." I smiled brightly "I swear I wont poison you." I joked and immediately regretted as a hostile look crossed Angelina's smooth face. However, the look dissipated into acute suspicion as she finally shrugged her shoulders.

"Sure." She replied. Oh. Wow. I hadn't actually thought she would accept.

"Great." I smiled nervously as I rigidly turned out of the ally praying to Gwydion that she wouldnt hex me from behind. It seemed that Angelina had reigned in her hostile deposition as she did not hex me but the walk to the Dragon's Tea House and Emporium was excruciatingly awkward none the less.

Sipping nervously on our hot cups of tea, we stared awkwardly at one another not knowing what to say. I figured that since I had invited her I owed it to her to strike up a conversation. I cleared my throat.

"So . . . I heard you were playing for the Hollyhead Harpies. You came back to London for the off season?" She exhaled deeply before replying.

"Something like that." This was not going to be easy. "Have you seen Fred? I'm sure he would be thrilled to see you. He talks about you all the time." Her face brightened at this before it fell into an expression of discomfort. "Er- No, I haven't."

"I'm heading over there myself if you want to come with." I offered. Her discomfort grew visibly as she replied.

"No, that's alright. I have to get back to . . ." She trailed off obviously searching for an excuse to avoid Fred.

"So you only came to London with the sole purpose of threatening his fiancé?" She laughed nervously.

"Something like that." I decided to change the subject.

"So do you know Natalia Debek? She was a couple years ahead of me. She plays for the Harpies now, I believe." Angelina looked relieved as we began to talk Quidditch. The conversation flowed from there with ease. Angelina lost all reserve as we began to talk about our favorite teams, players, and some of the more epic games of the year.

George

"I want Rose to move in with us."

I choked on the pop tart I had been stuffing my face with and grabbed a gallon of milk which I swigged to quench my fit of coughing. Taking several deep breaths I stares at my twin.

"What?" I asked in a deadly tone, giving him a chance to change what he'd just said. Fred sighed and ran his fingers frustratedly through his hair as he pulled out a chair and plopped down at the table.

"George, I know you don't like her but I do. You havent said one word to me since the party and I really don't need this so we need to sort this out." Fred looked at me expectantly.

"Ok." I started. "Here's my problem. You only just met. She lied to you. She's a Malfoy." I counted them off on my fingers.

"Firstly it's a very long engagement so we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. Secondly, she didn't lie she simply omitted the fact that she was a Malfoy. Can you blame her? Thirdly, the war is over, George. Voldemort is gone. This enmity needs to stop." Fred refuted my points tiredly. My frustration grew as I stood up.

"Hippogriffs don't change their spots, Fred. Marrying her wont make you forget Angelina." I finished, striking the lowest blow I could. This time it was Fred who stood up, his face white with anger.

"George, I'm tired of your schoolboy antics. Rose is moving in next week and if you don't like it you can leave!" He stormed out. I stared after him the rage quickly dissipating in my chest. I felt pretty bad for bringing up Angelina. Fred had never really gotten over her and I felt ashamed for using that against him. That did not mean I was ok with Malfoy moving in, though. Not in the least.

Roisin

The next week, a shoe box packed, and ready to go I left a note in my empty room that read: "Moving in with Fred. Enjoy your return to social prominence. Ro." I wasnt going to waste any sentimentalities on them as I was sure that they would spare me none. I stepped into to center of the room and grabbed the Portkey, whirling myself into Fred's room. Fred grinned at me as appeared in his room.

"Want help putting anything away?" He asked as I began pulling my clothes out of the box and hanging them in the closet alongside Fred's buoyant robes.

"No." I smiled at him appreciatively. "I don't have much." I peered into the shoe box to look at the few belongings I had brought. It was mostly clothes.

"So." I began as I shuffled uncomfortably. "Where do I sleep?" I looked at Fred.

"I brought the futon in here for you." He smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back.

"I really appreciate you doing this for me." I said finally. "I know it probably hasn't been easy with George and what not." I finished. Fred smiled tiredly.

"It's the least I can do, buddy." He waved it off. "So, do you have any plans tonight? I thought we could go to the Leaky Cauldron or something." He asked casually.

"Well actually, I'm meeting A- er- a friend tonight for some drinks later. You can come if you like.'' I added nervously. I was actually meeting Angelina tonight. We had been out together a few times since the day in Diagon Ally. She seemed like she sincerely liked me at this point but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was mostly just monitoring me. I didn't mind thought, I really didn't have any girlfriends in London so it was a nice change.

"No, no. That's ok." Fred smiled. "Glad to see you're finally making some friends." I detected the smallest shadow of disappointment on his face.