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Nobody knew Fred like his twin brother George. They were basically the same person. George knew Fred's every move, from what he would wear one morning to what he would eat for breakfast. George knew his brother better than he knew himself. If that was true, then why the hell could George not figure out why Fred was acting so cautious around Angelina Johnson?
George and Fred had been hunched over at one of the common room tables, scribbling down on a scrap bit of parchment different ideas for for their future joke shop. Fred had been fine. His eyes were bright and sparkling, like they always were whenever they thought about their business, and his face had a jovial glow to it. That was until Angelina sat down.
George watched as Fred's smile slipped, pulling his lips into a straight line, and his golden eyes turned wary. He looked defensive, keeping his eyes fixed distrustfully on her in case she made any sudden movements. They had both known Angelina since first year, so why was Fred so unsure of her suddenly?
"Scheming away again, are we?" Angelina gestured to the parchment. "Mcgonagall will have your head."
"She loves us, really," George replied. "We're yet to prove it, but we know."
"What you working on?" Angelina asked, peering at the parchment.
"A bit of everything really," George told her. "Mostly sweets — Eleanor's helping us with those. We know how to do them, like, but she knows how to do them better."
Angelina's eyes flicked to Fred at the mention of their partner, widening in interest. "How is Eleanor?" she hinted, her voice smooth and suggestive.
Fred's jaw tightened involuntarily. "Why do you ask?" said Fred, an eyebrow raised.
Angelina shrugged, holding his stare. "I get curious sometimes," she said. "You've both been hanging around with her more. Especially you." She nodded to Fred.
George watched as Fred's eyes narrowed. "Have you been spying on me?" he joked, but George could hear the underlying seriousness in his voice.
"Could be."
Fred kept his intense stare on her a minute longer, then went back to scribbling things down on the parchment. "She's good," Fred finally answered.
Angelina nodded, watching him with interest.
Now, George wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he was completely stupid. He knew something had happened between Angelina and Fred, and he was determined to figure out what.
