Angelina hadn't thought about what she'd do when she saw George. Usually Ang was the type of person to play out multiple scenarios in her head. Today she was unprepared. Not that Ang ever went through with any scenero, but at least she had a back up. For a few seconds, Ang stood without moving. George was shocked, but that wasn't all bad. Shock was better than disappointment, right? Angelina hadn't written or warned that she might be by. In fact, she hadn't even warned herself she might go visit George. It had been a hasty decision, which was told by Angelina's hesitancy. What was she to do now? Without having time to thing about it, Angelina smiled.
Her dark hands released the bags she was holding. It was all simple purchases to get her started at school. Some quills, ink, robes, the typical things. At the moment, she couldn't care how hard they hit the ground, or how much of it broke. Angelina was grateful she didn't have many students - that meant she'd have plenty of time for flying and quidditch. After the bags dropped, Angelina's arms reached up to hug George. It was an instinct thing for her to do - months ago George had been one of her best friends. She still would have called him one of her best mates, but it was just a bit different. For at least four months the pair hadn't talked, hadn't written, hadn't known a thing about the other. They were just model friends, weren't they?
The same warm feeling Angelina had felt when she stepped into Weasley's Wizards Wheezes came over her as she stepped into George. It was welcoming and familiar, and all of Angelina's worries slipped away. What had she been so goddamn scared of? This was George for Merlin's sake! She'd known him since she was eleven years old. Not only had he seen the best of her, he'd seen her worst as well. Before letting go, Angelina let her grasp cling to him tightly.
"George," Angelina breathed in return. It sure had been a while.