Who: Angelina and George What: HAVING A THREAD, HOLLY. LOOK AT IT. Also, Angelina needs some help understanding. Where: George's house. When: Around 2am Rating: TBD
The past few days had been a whirlwind. Angelina had managed to process some things, though very minimally. Most she tried not to think on much because they were both painful and confusing, but at night when she lay in bed they crept into her consciousness and nibbled at the edges of her mind until she was forced to address them head on.
She ended up with George. It was weird, and despite how similar the twins were in both appearance and personality, it made her nose crinkle up at the thought. It had always been Fred. And though she knew it was a silly school girl thought process, she thought it would always be Fred. That they'd grow up and have a bunch of kids running around, a bundle of them, really, all wreaking havoc on their house and earning the wrath of Molly at every turn.
But she married his brother. She married her dead boyfriend's twin brother, and she felt dirty for it. Seeing Roxie helped lessen the blow some. She was brilliant. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. As soon as she'd laid eyes on her, her doubt had faded away. Was that strange? Maybe. But Angelina knew she was hers. She just couldn't believe she was George's, too.
Frowning, Angelina shifted to sit up on the edge of her bed. She was probably going to hate herself for it tomorrow when she was sleep deprived and drinking to keep up with orders at the pub, but she couldn't sleep anyway, and she needed to talk to him. Now.
She yanked on a sweatshirt and left the cottage, keeping a brisk pace until she reached the familiar number and knocked loudly on the front door. "George!"