Angelina expected something to be out of place, perhaps quiet and peaceful, when she walked into her husband's shop. Of course, she should have known that nothing could have stopped the chaos that was the Wheezes, not even her stressed out husband. Bright blue fireworks burst overhead as she stepped into the shop contrasting harshly with the pink and oranges. Well, no one ever claimed her husband was color coordinated. The shop had been rearranged slightly since the last time she'd been in with the newer items in the front and the classics more toward the back. The counter was still in the same place though, and that was where Angelina headed.

She spotted Ron easily standing behind the counter in a pair of jeans and a simple navy top. He'd always refused to where the typical Wheezes uniform, which made him stand out like a sore thumb. Raising her hand, Angelina waved. When Ron saw her, he waved back, before turning back to the customer he was dealing with. Angelina quickly slid in the haggard looking lady's spot as she left. Ron leaned his elbows on the counter so he was the same height as her. It was something that she'd never really gotten used to. People were almost always close to her height, but Ron towered over everyone in the room.

"Hey, Ange," he said, blue eyes shining. "How's the sabbatical?"

"Good," she said. "Just came from brunch with the girls. I've also asked Ginny if she can get me some tickets to some upcoming games since this is supposed to be for work related purposes."

Ron nodded. "George is gonna be so jealous."

"Speaking of, where is my husband?" she asked.

Ron stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. "The fuck if I know. I can never find him in this place."

Angelina laughed. "I'll let you get back to the wolves then."

While Ron protested, Angelina slipped away from the counter and let the next annoyed customer take her place. It wasn't look before she stopped red hair again; this time with a red beard to match. If George's ego wasn't so big, she might have told him she liked the beard. As it was, he used it to annoy her too often for her to ever admit that he looked quiet dashing with it. She could tell from the crossed arms and the raised brows that he was annoyed right now. No doubt, it had to do with the pump witch in front of him. It looked like she was trying to make a return, but there was something shady about it, if the way her amber eyes kept sliding to the side was any indication. Finally, George dismissed her.

Angelina grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"Hands off if you want to live," he said. "My wife doesn't take kindly to people touching what's hers."

"I don't think she'll mind too much."

George spun around to face her, surprise causing his eyebrows to shoot up his forehead. "What're you doing here?"

"Heard your mum had to take care of some family stuff?"

"Yeah?" he said, running a hand through his hair, a clear indicator of how stressed out he was. Their children were the embodiment of human fireworks. Mix that with a shop full of jokes and it was always a wild ride.

"Yeah, she owled me," Angelina said. She leaned her elbows on the counter in the same fashion Ron had earlier.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Freddy pushing a crate toward a table and start to climb up on the crate.

"Get off that right now and put it back where you found it," she said without fully glancing at their son.

Freddy's head and shoulders drooped, and he climbed down.

"You're sexy when you're in mum mood," George said, eyes sparkling.

Angelina hummed. "Where's Roxanne?"

"With Ron."

"No, she's not. I just saw Ron, and Roxanne wasn't with him."

"Fuck."

George turned on his heel and quickly started back toward where Angelina had spoken to Ron. Shaking her head, she turned to find Freddy running over to her. It looked like the crate was where it was supposed to be.

"Hi, Momma," he said grinning.

"Hi, honey," she said. "How's your day?"

"It's been the best!" Freddy exclaimed. "Gran Gran had to go run some errands so she left us with Daddy, and I've been playing all day."

Angelina laughed. "Well, I'm glad you've had fun. What do you say you pick out something and we head back home?"

"Do I gotta go?" he whined. "Can't I stay with Daddy?"

"'Fraid not," she said, ruffling his hair. "But you can pick out something if you want."

Freddy contemplated her for a moment before running off. When Angelina stood back up, she spotted George coming back toward her, Roxanne sitting in the crook of his elbow. The one-year-old was wearing a bright yellow dress with white stripes on it. Her hair was still in the twin puffs that Angelina had put in this morning. She could see the tents of red through her curls. When Roxanne spotted Angelina, she flung her hand around in what Angelina assumed was supposed to be a wave.

"Hi there, sweet girl," she said when George finally reached her. "Where was she?"

"Ron had her in a baby pen behind the counter," George said.

"Sounds smart."

George shrugged. "Eh."

When Roxanne reached for her, George passed her over the counter to Angelina, careful to avoid the products that were haphazardly scattered around. Merlin, it would be good when Verity returned from vacation. She was able to keep the shop semi-organized at least.

"I'll take them home," Angelina said. "Tell your mum not to worry about it, and if she or your bother need anything, tell her I'm free the rest of the afternoon as long as she doesn't mind having two little munchkins over."

Molly had been gone to be with Percy at St. Mungo's after Molly ii had been vomiting for two hours straight. If Angelina knew that little Molly was sick, she would have just kept the kids with her today.

"I'll let her know," George said leaning across the counter to give her a kiss.

"Ew!" Freddy said loudly.

Pulling away, Angelina sent an amused glance their son's way. He was holding a box of whizbangs. It looked like they would be doing fireworks tonight then.

"Don't worry about dinner," George said. "I'll bring something in."

"Alright. See ya at home."

And much to Freddy's displeasure, she gave George one last kiss before heading home.

A/N: I have a headcanon that Angelina gets a four week sabbatical for every five years she works for the Ministry. For her, that means she gets to go see Quidditch games and talk to pro players to learn how she the laws she's writing can improve the sport. Isn't she lucky? And finally, we get Angelina's thoughts on the beard!