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"Don't wait for her, mate."
George turned, shocked, towards his older brother. Charlie rarely visited home, and often prefered to communicate through actions rather than words, so it wasn't very often that they spoke face-to-face.
"What?"
"I see the way you look at Angelina," Charlie said wisely. "Stopped by the store when I was there, remember?"George did remember – that was yesterday.
"She's just my friend, that's all," George protested weakly, but Charlie overrided his statement by giving him an are-you-kidding-me sort of look. Charlie knew there was more to them, to George and Angelina, more than an I-like-you-more-than-a-friend way.
"No, she isn't, mate," Charlie said, rather softly compared to his usual strong tone, and George caught on that maybe, maybe he was speaking from experience. "She's isn't just your friend, and you know it. So get off your arse and do something about it, because the chance isn't going to last forever."