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Chapter Twelve

The Weasley twins were having a spectacular summer: There was no more school work for a few months, their longtime fledgling business, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was coming into play with new candies and toys, and last but not least they had gotten to attend the Quidditch World Cup with their siblings, father and (much to Fred's dismay) Cedric Diggory and his father.

Although Cedric didn't turn out to be that bad as Fred thought he would be. Even though a lot of girls fancied him, he was more of the quiet type of guy so he'd never mentioned the incident involving the two in their fourth year.

Despite that, they had been having loads of fun for the hours they were in their tent for the world cup that was a couple of hours more away, but festivities had just begun for their team, Ireland.

George had been writing a letter to Alicia in the chair, reading aloud what he was writing to her. Fred was in the mirror putting paint on his face commenting on the words he wrote to her.

"The time's we've had since fourth year have been nothing but magical…"

"Magically disgusting" Fred joked.

"—I miss you more than words could ever say—"George read aloud, his quill scratching on parchment.

"I guess those aren't words then." George threw an inkless quill at Fred while he laughed to himself. George could get so sappy with his letters and his feelings towards Alicia.

"Boys hurry up!" Arthur calls out for his boys inside of their section of the tent.

"Coming dad" Fred's voice called out.

"Yeah, in a minute dad" George added. Fred heard the scratching of his quill yet again, as George was on his sappy tirade yet again.

Ginny peaked into their room with only her head appearing as if it was levitating.

"Fred, George you're going to miss the celebration."

"Tell dad we'll be out soon, Ginny." Fred said, not looking at her, his head still at the mirror.

"Suit yourselves." Ginny left the room of the tent and called for Hermione.

"How do you like it?" Fred turned to George and said. His face was painted with the large Ireland flag across it, and a large floppy hat with green and white stripes on it.

"I better be careful, if Alicia caught one look of you in that she'd leave me in a heartbeat." George said dryly.

"What can I say? Sometimes I'm too sexy for my own self." Fred jokingly flipped his feathered hair as he got a glob of green paint on his hand.

"I'd love to be the next person who shakes your hand, Fred." George grinned, putting his green war paint on his face.

"If you're lucky it might be Alicia." Fred retorted jokingly. "Maybe I should write her a letter too."

"Speaking of letters, I forgot to mention—Alicia wanted me to ask you if you've been writing to Angeli—"

"Nope" Fred simply said. He then went on to make goofy faces in the mirror.

That whole previous year with Angelina Johnson was a whirlwind of emotions for Fred. Although she'd never claimed it, he'd felt as if she'd led him on. That she'd let him into believing she'd gotten prettier and good to look at in underwear, into constantly wanting to make her laugh, and especially into wanting to kiss her and then leaving him for Oliver Wood twice—although they were never a couple. Although Angelina had never said anything about her feelings towards Fred, this is what Fred thought. And since Fred thought he was right, he knew that the next year was going to be different towards them—although he still wanted them to be best mates.

Fred realized that he was spending too much time worrying about Angelina as he put some of his candies, canary creams, into a box with straps around the shoulders for Fred to hold. He'd also put some ton-tongue toffees and fake wands in there as well.

"Come on George; get your box ready so we can sell these." Fred walked ahead as George situated himself with candy in his box, as they headed out the tent Fred belted.

"TOYS AND CANDY!" Fred shouted, making sure to accentuate the 'candy'.

"ONLY TWENTY FIVE KNUTS!" George shook his box of candies.

Kids rushed over to the two towering twins, reaching out coins that the twins seized immediately.

One of the kids took a bite out of candy as he immediately turned into a canary. The kids looked in awe as moments later he was transformed back into a child.

They were then flooded with what was that? And I want one! In less than five minutes Fred's box was empty.

"My box is empty; I'm going to get more stock!" Fred shouted back to George, who nodded, then took more kids coins. Fred was walking back to his tent as he turned around to another kid asking if he had more fake wands. He shook his head no and then began to walk backwards to his tent, as he walked backwards he felt another back hit his as he stumbled to the ground.

"Sorry if I took you down with you, mate. I wasn't watching where I was going." Fred said to the stranger, who he couldn't see.

"Fred?" A strangely familiar voice called out.

"George?" Fred asked. He looked up to see that it most definitely wasn't Fred.

"Close but no cigar." The feminine voice said. He looked up, and saw marvelous brown eyes and brown skin. His heart raced and began to pound an unusual amount.

"Angelina?" He almost whispered. Angelina let out a sly smile and giggled.

"I know we're close but you don't have to whisper."

"Hey!" Fred sat up and began to gain his composure. "I can't believe it's you…well I mean I can you're a nut for quidditch but—"His heart couldn't stop pounding. He was beginning to wonder if he was having a heart attack.

"Long time no see, right?" Angelina helped Fred up as they were both standing looking at each other. He observed her. Her hair was longer and wavier, it was a brilliant new look.

"It's funny how I could still recognize you in all that face paint."

"It looks like you've gotten even taller!" Angelina looked up at him.

"Really, it's only been a month or two." Fred asked.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just still not used to being the short one in the group now." Angelina said, reminiscing when she used to tower over him and his twin brother.

"It's only been a year or two for you to get over that one!" Fred retorted. He was over six foot.

"Where are you headed?" Angelina asked.

"I'm off to get some more candies and toys, George and I are selling to kids."

Angelina gave Fred an incredulous look. "Candy? From strangers?"

"I know what you're thinking but they're marvelous candies, Angie. Do you have anywhere to be right now?"

Angelina thought for a second and nearly hesitated. "Well, no. I suppose I could follow you back to your tent or something."

Fred and Angelina walked to the Weasley tent as she sat on the couch in the mini living room waiting.

"So how's your summer been?" Fred called out from his room, searching for candies.

"Alright, I've been traveling here and there. I've been hanging out with Alicia and Katie whenever they get a break from Lee and that brother of yours."

"Boyfriends, tell me about it!" Fred joked. Angelina let out a laugh. There was a pause for a moment as Fred hesitated whether or not he wanted to hear the answer to his next question…

But then it came out like word vomit.

"Are you still going out with Oliver?"

"Yes." Angelina simply said. Fred's heart attack session was over. "I'm actually here with him; it's a bit of a celebration really. He just got into Puddlemere United's reserve team."

"Good for ol' Wood." Fred shouted, with a small pang of sarcasm and Angelina could definitely tell. She shifted in her chair, remembering how Fred and Oliver never seemed to get along.

"So who are you here with? Just your family?"

"Harry's here and so is Hermione Granger. We came here by portkey with someone. You'll never guess who." Fred shouted from the room, finding fake wands and canary creams.

"Who?" Angelina asked, as Fred left the room and sat next to her on the couch with a new stock in his box.

"Cedric Diggory." Fred told her.

"Really? I'd just seen him, how is he these days?"

Fred now gave her an incredulous look. "I've never known someone so excited to hear about their ex."

"Cedric's a nice guy. We broke up on good terms. It's not that everyone doesn't talk to their ex's, it's just all your ex's were annoying or psychotic."

"You said that pretty straightforward."

"Yeah, yeah I did." She agreed. She'd never liked most of the girls Fred had dated and by the way he was looking right now, she'd known she'd hate a lot more girls in the next year. Fred most certainly didn't resemble an ugly troll.

"Well, I'd have to agree with you." Fred stood up and walked out as Angelina quickly followed.

"So where are you going to be during the cup?" Angelina asked.

"Well I—"Before Fred could continue he'd heard a voice which had made his stomach churn.

"Lina"

"Oliver!" Angelina said. She'd run over to him and gave him a greeting kiss, Oliver had then looked up and examined Fred and his face paint.

"Fred Weasley." Oliver had painted on a fake smile himself and recited it slowly through gritted teeth. His arm then slunk around Angelina. "Nice paint."

"Nice sunglasses." Fred quickly thought. He'd extended his paint covered green hand as Oliver mindlessly shook it. He'd taken his hand out of Fred's and seen the green gooey paint that had now clung to his hand.

"Ugh, this is disgusting." Oliver tried desperately to shake it off of his hand.

"Its extra strength, it won't come off until at least after the game! Sorry, mate." Fred told him with a sly grin. Oliver glared at him. Angelina looked at the two with caution, seeing the awkward animosity between the two of them.

"So, Oliver" Angelina started gladly. "I told Fred about Puddlemere."

"Yes, of course. They hired me to be on their reserve team in late August, so I'm leaving next Tuesday." Oliver told him, matter-of-factly.

"Well then aren't you two going to miss each other" Fred remarked.

"There's always letters." Angelina told him. "Right Oliver"

Oliver ignored Angelina and was examining his green hand.

"I'm going to go find somewhere to wash this green goop off. Meet me back at the tent will you? The fireworks are about to start and my parents are expecting you." Oliver kissed her on the cheek.

"See you around Weasley." He said in a different tone as he left around the other corner behind another tent.

There was an awkward moment as Fred looked down at the ground until a little kid tapped him for a ton-tongue toffee. He then quickly glanced at Angelina.

"So, Puddlemere…" Fred trailed off. "Where is that again?"

"The far southeast, a couple hundred miles away from London." Angelina told him, with a bit of sadness in her voice.

"Come on Angie, I'll walk you back to your tent." Fred told her.

"I'm closed!" He yelled out to small little kids, waiting to buy some more toys. They all groaned in unison.

"So where's your tent?"

"It's not too far from here. Around five minutes away, just keep going this way." Angelina pointed in the direction they were walking. "If not I'll just see the Wood's or something."

"Do you like his family?"

"Yeah, they're nice people. They're very supportive of Oliver." Angelina told him.

"Well, I'm glad you're happy." Fred told her.

"Thanks, so what about you? Have you had any summer romances or anything?" Angelina asked.

Fred laughed to himself. "No, I haven't got time for a girlfriend anyway. You know that."

"Oh" Angelina seemed sort of relieved. "Well, I should've known. The day you get a girlfriend is the day I play in the quidditch world cup stark naked!"

That wouldn't be such a bad idea…Fred thought to himself.

"Well, this is my stop." Angelina motioned to the big white tent as she gave Fred an awkward smile.

"It was nice seeing you Angie." Fred told her.

"Yeah, I'll see you next week on the train with everyone else!" Angelina said. Fred pointed up at the sky and saw fireworks of a leprechaun doing a jig. Angelina gazed upward as Fred moved a bit closer behind her, it was almost as if he could smell her hair…

"Lina" Oliver called out a bit agitated from the tent. Angelina turned around and saw Fred nearly two inches from her face and yelped.

"Coming Oliver" Angelina called back. She quickly gave a smile to Fred and went into the tent. Fred stayed around the tent a bit longer, until kids wouldn't stop asking if he'd sell more candy and toys.

It was funny how much he'd tried to forget her from their previous year, but he couldn't avoid his true feelings towards his best mate. Maybe it was the trance he'd been put in by smelling her hair or her warm smile towards him—he couldn't figure it out. But now she'd be away from Oliver, hundreds of miles away all to himself.

It would be an eventful year at Hogwarts, alright.

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