"Happy birthday!" Katie said as she handed Angelina a medium sized gift with a large green bow on tip. Behind her, Angelina could see Oliver, thier little boy sat in the crook of his arm while Jack toddled along beside him. Katie had just gotten a fringe since the last time Angelina had seen her. After setting Freddy's present on one of their side tables, Angelina turned around and flicked the short hair.
"And what's this?" she asked.
Katie blew the blonde hair out of her eyes. "I needed a change."
"Might have gone and gotten a change with you, if you'd asked," she pouted.
The sound of giggling pulled her attention away from her friend. When she glanced over, she saw Freddy swiping Katie's gift off the table and running in the opposite direction as fast as his little feet could carry him.
"Say thank you!" Angelina shouted after him just as George appeared from the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and an worn pink Wheezes t-shirt. He looked adorably ruffled as he sent a confused look Katie and Oliver's way.
"You're early," he said.
"Only by an hour," Katie said. "Why are you still in your pajamas?"
"Because it's my fucking house?"
"George," Angelina hissed. "I thought we agreed to stop using that word?" George rolled his eyes while Oliver snorted. "I'm not having your mother send us death glares all day because Freddy swears again. Now, go get your son."
"Why is he always my son when he does something you don't like?" George said.
"Because he gets that from you." With another eye roll, George headed down the hall to find their mischievous son before he opened his present. Angelina spotted a streak of blonde as Jack ran past her and down the hall to wear George and Fred had disappeared.
"Jack, don't run!" Katie shouted as she did exactly what she told him not to chasing after him.
"So, how's not swearing working out for you?" Oliver chuckled.
"Shut the fuck up," Angelina said darkly.
Oliver laughed loudly.
"You're the only good one here," Angelina said to little Hunter Wood, who was grinning at her like he understood every word she said in his dark jeans and blue Puddlemere shirt. He was the spitting image of his mother with her bright blue eyes and pretty blonde hair.
"You obviously haven't spent alone time with him," Oliver said as he set the one-year-old down. "I think Katie wants to pull her hair out over him sometimes."
Angelina rolled her eyes. George reappeared along with Katie but sans the kids, who were no doubt in Freddy's room playing. The present was slightly ruffed up, but otherwise unharmed.
"I just want to make sure you're still planning on coming," Katie was saying as she walked beside George.
"It's too early for this s-"
"George!"
"-tuff," he finished throwing a pointed look Angelina's way as he put the present on the long table they'd pulled out for the occasion. It had a magenta table runner that George insisted upon, and Angelina would never admit that she liked.
"We already gave you a bunch of money, isn't that enough?" George muttered throwing a dark look Katie's way.
A couple years ago, Katie had gotten it in her head that she and Oliver should start a foundation of some kind. Angelina had thought that the idea would fizzle out, and they'd eventually laugh about it fondly. However, here they were, and Katie had not only managed to start a foundation, but she'd taken the last few years to plan out their mission and how'd they go about accomplishing it, scouted out people who she thought she should run it, and raised a decent amount of money to get it off the ground. Now, she was throwing a gala.
"You paid for your plates," Katie said, hands on her hips. "Now I want you to actually come and have a good time."
"But our best babysitters are busy that night," Angelina teased.
"I'm serious," she pouted.
Angelina laughed. "Relax, Katie, we'll be there."
Before Katie could express her relief, their front door opened and Ginny and Harry and their black haired munchkins came in.
"Fuck me, does everyone arrive an hour early?" George muttered while Angelina sent him another dark look.
Ginny looked highly offended. "Ah, you're welcome is what I think you meant to say," she said flipping her hair over her shoulder. "We came to help you set up. You know, because your house is about to be overrun by toddlers?"
"It's too early for this kind of abuse," he mumbled.
"It's 11 AM on a Saturday, George," Ginny said. "Get it together."
George rolled his eyes and headed toward their bedroom. No doubt to go and 'get it together,' as Ginny so eloquently put it. Ginny kept her promise though and helped Angelina finish setting up, thought there was very little left to do. James made a beeline for Freddy's room while Albus played on the living room floor with Hunter. It wasn't long after that that people started to show up, and Ginny was right. Their house was a chaotic mess of toddlers. Why couldn't Freddy have been born in the summer? Then at least, the mess would be outside.
"Are we almost ready for cake?" Molly asked, pulling Angelina out of her conversation with Bill. "Everything looks lovely, by the way, dear."
Angelina swelled with pride. Molly didn't often give out comments like that, so Angelina knew that she'd won the match with this party.
"Yeah, I can grab the cake," Angelina said.
"I'll grab your husband," Ginny said, standing up from where she'd been sitting with Ron and Hermione.
"Think he's in the sitting room with Lee," Angelina said helpfully.
"I'll grab your cake," Bill offered. "Is it in the fridge?"
"The cabinet actually," Angelina said. "The big on the right. We figured Freddy would get into it if we left it in the fridge."
"Smart," Bill said.
Bill and Ginny reappeared at almost exactly the same time, the former carrying a large two tier cake and the later hauling her older brother and nephew into the room. Angelina met them halfway, a smile overtaking her face as she watched Freddy sit in the crook of George's arm and excitedly watch the cake. It filled her with her happiness that such little things brought her son such joy. It reminded her enjoy those small things, too. As they sang 'happy birthday,' the two-year-old basked in all the attention being thrown his way. After letting him blow out the candles, George sat Freddy in a chair as Angelina cut him a slice of cake.
"Cake!" Freddy shouted loudly.
"Easy, little man," George laughed. "Mummy's getting it, trust me."
Angelina bit her lip to keep from grinning as she snuck a glance at George. Seeing him being a dad was always an adrenaline rush.
"Here, Freddy," Angelina said, as she bent down next to George. Before she'd even finished setting the plate down, Freddy grabbed a large chunk of cake and flung it right onto Angelina's chest.
In the silence that followed, the only sound that could be heard was Freddy's giggles.
Angelina heard Victoire say, "Well, that was rude."
She had to agree with her, her son's sense of humor could be quiet rude. And she knew that he got that sense of humor from her husband, whose shoulders were shaking from holding back laughter. Without thinking, she grabbed a handful of the cake that was on her shirt and smashed it into the side of her husband's face. George's control slipped then, and he laughed so brightly and loudly that Angelina couldn't be mad at Freddy anymore. George wrapped an arm around her rubbed his cake stained face into her neck. Despite the mess, Angelina felt a smile creep up on her face.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed Angelina's POV. I did. I also love to write George and Angelina bickering lol. Also quick headcanon, Oliver and Katie do end up establishing a foundation. Katie's a Healer and she sets up this foundation to help fund research to cure children's illnesses. The OG Quidditch team attend the gala every year to support her.