Disclaimer: It's all JK Rowling's...names, spells, references, pretty much everything.

Lessons in Charms

At Hogwarts, she'd spent most of the time she wasn't Chasing attempting to outdo him in Flitwick's classes. Alicia had pronounced it a 'losing battle' from the start, an assessment whose validity she'd stubbornly refused to accept even after graduation.

Calling professional Quidditch 'more tiring' than the school team would have been a profound understatement. In the first month after her signing, she'd Apparate back to her flat in a towering temper nine times out of ten, heartily cursing Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration as she clattered around the kitchen. He, on the other hand, would be unbearably satiated, always having eaten dinner with George first (she suspected that however much he went on about being the 'more fanciable' twin in the other's presence, he hated the idea of George feeling his brother had anything he didn't). He would 'supervise' her miserable attempts to put a meal together with barely disguised glee, looking unconvincingly bewildered when the potatoes began beating her around the ears and she proceeded to shout herself hoarse at him.

When he broke through the Colloportus spell she'd laid on the bathroom door with a little too much ease, she resorted to taking her wand to the bath with her. After he'd beaten down the onslaught of a bar of soap, five bottles of Sleakeazy's Hair Potion, and the shower curtain (which attempted to strangle him in what she ruefully thought had been a particularly daring feat) and set an Impervius charm on the floor, she would lean against the edge of the tub in a grudging gesture of surrender, one hand wound in his dripping red hair. He'd pretend to slap away the wandering one ('Woman, you're more Seeker than Chaser, you are'), upon which she'd let out a snarl, dive furiously at him, and try with all her might to drown him by brute force.

She almost wished now that she'd succeeded. Azkaban wasn't the most cheerful of places, but it was far away from the little funeral ground, where her own tears and Katie Bell's comforting hand did almost nothing to stem the wave of loneliness.

Hope you liked it...I was sad that Fred couldn't be with Angelina in the end, so I guess you could call this my tribute. Reviews are lovely :-)