The Interviewer • A George Weasley Fanfic

Can't Talk Now

The one time that Jane had ever wanted to run out of a room, dig a hole, and crawl in there until she felt able to emerge into the world again and face reality was, simply that, the one time...

In her fifth year at Ilvermony when she failed an experiment in Potions for the first time and her brew exploded inside the cauldron, causing her strict Professor to rat her out in front of the whole class.

Jane did not want to feel that feeling a second time...

...so she was wildly panicked when it sunk in as she stared at Angelina sitting on a barstool across from her, one leg crossed over the other, hand playfully clutching her own notebook, a cold look in her eyes yet a small upturn of her lips showing.

"Or, it could be another Jane Forrest..." Angelina shrugged, casually turning the notebook over and over in her hands as she awaited words to escape Jane's frozen lips, "...perhaps I've got the wrong girl...?"

"It's mine," Jane breathed out.

Angelina smiled sweetly and handed the notebook over. Jane slowly took it and slid it into her purse, trying to not look the woman in the eye.

How is she here the very same night?

How could the universe be so incredibly cruel?

Does she... know?

"It's, um..." Jane stumbled with her words, "...it's nice to see you, Angelina, I... hope your return home is... well?"

"It's quite lovely, thank you," Angelina replied. "Besides the fact that my boyfriend, unfortunately, decided to... end things."

Jane gulped.

She didn't know how to play this.

If Angelina knew about her and George somehow, then her lying would show that she was trying to hide it, which couldn't be good.

But if she didn't know, perhaps she could keep the secret going, and not start any drama... or would keeping it hidden be drama itself?

"I'm sorry about that," she sort of blurted out.

Angelina cocked an eyebrow. "You're... sorry?"

Jane swallowed something dry in her throat. "Sorry that you two..."

"Don't tell me you're apologizing for snogging my boyfriend," Angelina uttered.

Jane's heart dropped into her feet like a ball of lead.

Well, she knows, doesn't she, Jane?

No point in hiding or denying it now.

"Yeah, you can quit it with the whole innocent act, Forrest," Angelina scoffed, lifting her martini glass to take a sip. After she did, she spoke again: "oh, I know about you two. You think I didn't see you two from outside before walking in that shop? Sitting a bit close for 'friends', hm, Jane?"

"Angelina, listen..." Jane said quickly, "...I promise you, nothing happened when you were away. Okay? I swear."

Angelina let out a dry laugh that made Jane's blood run cold.

"You two may have not done something while I was away, but that doesn't matter now," she said, setting down her glass and turning to stare firmly at Jane. "You know why?"

Jane chewed the inside of her cheek and gripped her purse.

"Because you stole him anyway. Don't think I don't know it. Whether you fucked him or not when we were together doesn't mean shit. You still stole him in the end and you're the reason he's not mine anymore."