Molly was approving the girl, deeming Angelina someone with a good head on her shoulders, but that smile changed into a frown when she somehow learnt that she used to be Fred's girlfriend. That downcast expression was familiar to them both. The other kids reacted more or less the same when they got wind of the situation.

His mother thought it would be a disservice to that girl if George didn't actually loved her, but he did, somewhat. He didn't know whether he was playing his twin brother to feel him as close as he was, and Angelina didn't know whether she was searching for the ghostly murmurs she always heard in her head when they were together, or she really genuinely fell for the man. The line was blurry at best.

It was a bizarre relationship, one that hinged on an invisible thread named Fred. It wasn't healthy, definitely, if one had any say on the matter. But they found solace in each other, and their biweekly outings (date? They weren't sure) and occasional family dinner continued. The world around saw them like they were doomed, yet they carried out whatever relationship they shared with abandon. If anything, life was too short to listen to other people.

Now, Angelina studied her finger where a ring had taken reign. Fate had decided for her to be a Weasley, though to who she couldn't tell. Could never tell. Maybe, no one really cared after all.

They found solace in each other, and that was enough.