The Interviewer • A George Weasley Fanfic

Anything for Him

In her head, Jane pictured her two preferred options as she stood at the door, face-to-face with a sweetly smiling Angelina.

One:

Punch her directly in the face.

Or two:

Slam the door in that face, and lock it, and call the cops to report her for something. Anything.

She just knew that in that moment, for some reason, she really, really hated Angelina, and she really wanted to see her walking away from the twins' flat, far away from George, who was still seated on the couch behind her.

But despite her desperate desire to perform one of these two options, she knew that doing either would make the situation worse.

And yet, she had no idea how to deal with this... situation.

"Jane!" Angelina greeted in a high-pitched chirp. "Good to see you again!"

"Angelina," was all Jane said.

"Sorry for this surprise drop-in, I probably should have called..." Angelina chuckled, stepping inside without invitation, "...I just wanted to give George something."

Jane felt foolish for letting the young woman in so easily, for she had simply stood there next to the door as she watched Angelina walk inside and sift through her purse.

"Angelina," George said from the couch. "Uh... what are you doing here?"

"Yes, nice to see you too, George," Angelina teased, smiling sarcastically at him. "How's the knee?"

"Could be better," George replied politely.

"I think I have just the thing," Angelina said, then began moving towards the couch.

Jane felt that same sting she had when Angelina was around yesterday at the picnic. Her jaw clenched and she closed the door behind her, walking towards the couch too.

"What do you need, Angelina?" she asked, her voice a bit sharper than she intended. She was trying to keep her cool.

Angelina glanced up at her right as she pulled something out of her purse.

"I just wanted to help out Georgie here," she responded, sitting at George's side on the couch. "You know, with that bugger of an injury, I wouldn't want anyone having to go through this without a little something."

"A little... something?" George questioned, shifting to the side more on the couch at Angelina making herself comfortable next to him. It comforted Jane a little. "Angelina, erm... you know, I don't know if this is really the best time to-"

"Pain reliever," Angelina interrupted him with a smile, lifting a vile in her hand.

Jane flicked her eyes to the girl's grip, knitting her brows at what was inside.

George blinked. "What?"

"Well, a form of it, anyway," Angelina said, rolling the vile in her hand. "This is good stuff, Georgie..." the nickname bit at Jane again- "...and I know it'll help with the pain. I thought I'd bring you some."

"What... is it, exactly?" George asked, appearing a bit intrigued now at the vile.

"Yes, what is it, Angelina?" Jane pushed.

She swore she saw the woman's eyes flick to hers before she responded.

"I've got a friend who works at this little herbs and remedies shop in a local town," Angelina explained, twisting the cork on the vile. "She hooked me up with this little pain killer when I sprained my ankle. Angel's Brew. Worked like a charm."