Post by Andrea on Sept 27, 2006 18:58:08 GMT -5
A/N: I do believe that I quite like reviews... They make me all happy inside...
Mira, George, and Fred were sitting on a checkout counter sipping acidic coffee; the boys liked to feel their coffee going down. Mira had added a tea kettle to the list of things she needed to purchase. The trio was awaiting the arrival of unemployed teenagers. Doors were set to open at ten according to the notice George had put in the Daily Prophet yesterday.
"Here goes guys…" Fred said as he hopped off of the counter and meandered towards the door. He carefully placed himself so that when the doors opened he would be the first thing applicants would see. A large man in magenta robes that clashed horridly with his hair. The store painted an exotic back round that was sure to awe. He was indulging in dramatic flare.
The magenta robes Mira was protesting. The boys had backtracked on their idea of Marauders shirts. Their reasoning had something to do with Padfoot, a boy named Harry, and Death Eaters figuring the password out and utilizing the map. Mira had chalked it all up to midnight madness and gone to bed. When she had awoken George wanted to know why she hadn't brought any Wizarding robes with her.
Fred spoke the spell that would open the doors and Mira saw the first glimpse of what she would determine was her doom. A crowd of people had gathered. Some of them held camera's that were flashing wildly. A chill crawled it's way up her spine. Shoot.
Thus began another hellish day in Mira's life.
"Name?" Her voice was completely devoid of emotion, like one of those teachers who drone on and their expressions never change.
"Aldous Uears." The inside of Mira's cheek was ripping. Her teeth held a death grip on it. The boy was extremely unfortunate, his ears, when pulled off of his skull and placed in front of his face, would cover his visage entirely. They stuck out from the side of his face, eerily pale, translucent in front of direct light.
"Ah…Yes, and do you have any work experience Mr. Uears?" Her voice wavered in pitch, like a teenaged boy.
"Not really." His voice was like that of a bullfrogs. Except that his voice did not have the same strength and command to it. Despite the low resonance his voice still managed to sound squeaky. Mira was pondering the the science behind this phenomenon when his voice permeated her hearing once again. "I uh…I like have four little brothers." His voice had taken on an odd wheezing noise.
"That’s…interesting…What do you think would make you a good WWW employee?" Her ears winced, her voice had taken on a life of it's own. A condescending, bratty, completely bored life.
"I uh…I like have four brothers."
"And?"
"I do good math and uh…"
"Thank you for coming in Mr. Uears, we'll be in touch…" The shoes George had been wearing became intereseting as the unfortunate boy got up and left. The dragon hide boots that were coming closer and closer. She looked up, still biting her bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.
"Did you hire that kid?" He asked, tradmark grin in place.
"Ah…That would be a no." The laughter behind her voice was unmasked.
"Really? Hey kid!" George yelled as he chased after the kid. Shock registered right before Fred stood up on a counter and waved his magenta clad arms.
"Alright, thank you all for coming out this morning. Those of you who have been hired please stay. Those of you who have not please leave your application forms in the basket on the way out, we may be contacting you at a later date." Feet that stormed in frustration carried Mira to the register Fred had jumped gracefully off of. He grinned cheekily at her as she made her way to him.
"What is going on?" She asked, worry clouding her brain as the crowd of people made their way out of the door and into the street that was crowded by photographers. Their faces showed a mass of emotion. Some looked depressed, others amused, some curious even as they left.
"We're fully staffed, we can start training and open on time tomorrow." The thing about the Weasley twins is that there are very few things they see as concerning. This being one of those things.
"Yes, but, how did we get fully staffed? I only talked to one person that I wasn't even going to hire. Why did he hire that kid? He could hardly form a cognitive sentence and had no skills whatsoever." The last part was mostly directed at herself. Why had he hired that kid?
"The kid with the ears? Cause he was interesting looking." Mira was again lost among the illogical logic of the Weasley twins.
"You hired people who looked interesting? Not the ones that where best for the job? The one's you thought were funny?" Life had certainly taken an interesting turn. She was working fro crazies.
"Not just the way they looked, but their actions, movements, speech, personality. This is a joke shop Mira. We wanted fun people, people who you don't necessarily run across every day. We picked the people that no one else wanted for one reason or another. We hired people like us. People that for one reason or another don't fit in. The ones that are liked but never hired because they haven't any experience." Mira's respect for the Weasley twins had just risen again.
"Okay then." Life would go one, control would be given to the Boys, she would follow, her mind desperately trying to hang onto the logic they spouted. A sheet of paper was passed around, each employee was to sign in. IN doing so they swore an oath that they would not reveal the secrets of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to anyone. Mira did not understand how singing a piece of paper would do anything, but she was willing to allow the Boys their illusions for the time being.
"Now, if you would please follow George, Fred or Mira we will begin demonstrating what everything does. For example, would you like a canary crème Mister Uears?" Fred asked so politely that the boy nodded and took it without a second thought. The delectable looking pastry went into his mouth and within moments a giant canary stood in his place. Another few moments later and he was back to normal, if not a tad disheveled. The crowd laughed and began splitting up into three groups.
She was more than amused when her group turned out to be mostly women. "Alright, hello ladies, if you would be so kind as to fill out a nametag before we get started." The women crowded around the register and whispered to each other as they argued over the colored markers. "My name is Mira, I'm the manager here, probably the more sane of the three of us…Ah…Alright, since we're all ladies lets start over here, I think you'll enjoy these as much as I do." She led the group through the tables, grinning like an idiot as she did so.
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Weary feet carried her up the stairs. One of them had begun creaking somewhere in the middle. Idily she noted that it would have to be fixed. As she stepped into the landing at the top of the stairs she moaned as she tried to crack her back. It was tense, painful, and for all the prayers she had given to the gods, it still would not crack. The door opened when pushed with a foot.
The sight discovered upon entry would be remembered for months. Fred was hanging from his pants, which it appeared George had been helping him into. The waistband of the green dragon hide was gripped in his hands, Fred was yelling at him to out hum down.
"Are you sure they're on all the way? Perhaps I should pull on them again?" George asked as he bounced Fred up and down in the air.
"Oww! George! Careful of the family jewels! Ow! Put be down you wanker!" George laughed and let go abruptly, Fred's knees bent as he hit the floor, but he managed to stay upright. Mira shook her head.
"What are you two doing?" She asked as Fred carefully tucked himself into his pants and buttoned the fly.
"We've got the party tonight," he said with a scowl in George's direction.
"Hm… don't wake me up when you get in alright? I'm headed for bed." She motioned to her hammock, and the blankets that littered the floor around it.
"But you're going too… Did we forget to mention that? Oops…" George said innocently.
"I haven't anything to wear. Now I am going to bed."
"We know," they said in unison.
"Which is why we asked our brothers fiancé Flem-"
"Fleur," George corrected.
"To pick something up for you!" Fred finished like he hadn't even heard George. They were both grinning that ridiculous grin they grinned when they had completed something implausible.
"Uh huh… Thanks but no thanks boys, I'm wiped out. No parties for me." Nervous laughter colored her speech as she backed away from the boys, hands held up like a shield.
"Too late-"
"She'll be here soon," as he spoke the words the fireplace roared up in green flames and a tall figure could be seen spinning wildly. A second later a blonde beauty stepped out of the hearth gracefully, carrying a clothing bag. She smiled at the boys before looking at Mira critically.
"She iz shorter zan you zaid. But, I vill see vhat I can do," they both grimaced and nodded before trudging down the stairs. "I am Fleur," the tall Frenchwoman pulled off the plastic covering that hid the dress; or dresses as the case was. She hung them off of the cupboard handles; all where knee length cocktail dresses. One was red and reminded Mira of roman dress, draped and wrapped to give the appearance of clothing. The second was gold and tight fitting. The third was black, the top was tight fitting and emblazoned with sequins; the skirt was uneven and jagged, layers of tool. It reminded Mira of Tinkerbelle.
"I like the black one," she said with a grin.
"Me too!" Fleur exclaimed with obvious glee "Now, lets make sure those boys don't recognize you, ya?" Mira nodded and they both giggled, and coincidently her exhaustion left her.
Chapter Three: Tinkerbelle
Mira, George, and Fred were sitting on a checkout counter sipping acidic coffee; the boys liked to feel their coffee going down. Mira had added a tea kettle to the list of things she needed to purchase. The trio was awaiting the arrival of unemployed teenagers. Doors were set to open at ten according to the notice George had put in the Daily Prophet yesterday.
"Here goes guys…" Fred said as he hopped off of the counter and meandered towards the door. He carefully placed himself so that when the doors opened he would be the first thing applicants would see. A large man in magenta robes that clashed horridly with his hair. The store painted an exotic back round that was sure to awe. He was indulging in dramatic flare.
The magenta robes Mira was protesting. The boys had backtracked on their idea of Marauders shirts. Their reasoning had something to do with Padfoot, a boy named Harry, and Death Eaters figuring the password out and utilizing the map. Mira had chalked it all up to midnight madness and gone to bed. When she had awoken George wanted to know why she hadn't brought any Wizarding robes with her.
Fred spoke the spell that would open the doors and Mira saw the first glimpse of what she would determine was her doom. A crowd of people had gathered. Some of them held camera's that were flashing wildly. A chill crawled it's way up her spine. Shoot.
Thus began another hellish day in Mira's life.
"Name?" Her voice was completely devoid of emotion, like one of those teachers who drone on and their expressions never change.
"Aldous Uears." The inside of Mira's cheek was ripping. Her teeth held a death grip on it. The boy was extremely unfortunate, his ears, when pulled off of his skull and placed in front of his face, would cover his visage entirely. They stuck out from the side of his face, eerily pale, translucent in front of direct light.
"Ah…Yes, and do you have any work experience Mr. Uears?" Her voice wavered in pitch, like a teenaged boy.
"Not really." His voice was like that of a bullfrogs. Except that his voice did not have the same strength and command to it. Despite the low resonance his voice still managed to sound squeaky. Mira was pondering the the science behind this phenomenon when his voice permeated her hearing once again. "I uh…I like have four little brothers." His voice had taken on an odd wheezing noise.
"That’s…interesting…What do you think would make you a good WWW employee?" Her ears winced, her voice had taken on a life of it's own. A condescending, bratty, completely bored life.
"I uh…I like have four brothers."
"And?"
"I do good math and uh…"
"Thank you for coming in Mr. Uears, we'll be in touch…" The shoes George had been wearing became intereseting as the unfortunate boy got up and left. The dragon hide boots that were coming closer and closer. She looked up, still biting her bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.
"Did you hire that kid?" He asked, tradmark grin in place.
"Ah…That would be a no." The laughter behind her voice was unmasked.
"Really? Hey kid!" George yelled as he chased after the kid. Shock registered right before Fred stood up on a counter and waved his magenta clad arms.
"Alright, thank you all for coming out this morning. Those of you who have been hired please stay. Those of you who have not please leave your application forms in the basket on the way out, we may be contacting you at a later date." Feet that stormed in frustration carried Mira to the register Fred had jumped gracefully off of. He grinned cheekily at her as she made her way to him.
"What is going on?" She asked, worry clouding her brain as the crowd of people made their way out of the door and into the street that was crowded by photographers. Their faces showed a mass of emotion. Some looked depressed, others amused, some curious even as they left.
"We're fully staffed, we can start training and open on time tomorrow." The thing about the Weasley twins is that there are very few things they see as concerning. This being one of those things.
"Yes, but, how did we get fully staffed? I only talked to one person that I wasn't even going to hire. Why did he hire that kid? He could hardly form a cognitive sentence and had no skills whatsoever." The last part was mostly directed at herself. Why had he hired that kid?
"The kid with the ears? Cause he was interesting looking." Mira was again lost among the illogical logic of the Weasley twins.
"You hired people who looked interesting? Not the ones that where best for the job? The one's you thought were funny?" Life had certainly taken an interesting turn. She was working fro crazies.
"Not just the way they looked, but their actions, movements, speech, personality. This is a joke shop Mira. We wanted fun people, people who you don't necessarily run across every day. We picked the people that no one else wanted for one reason or another. We hired people like us. People that for one reason or another don't fit in. The ones that are liked but never hired because they haven't any experience." Mira's respect for the Weasley twins had just risen again.
"Okay then." Life would go one, control would be given to the Boys, she would follow, her mind desperately trying to hang onto the logic they spouted. A sheet of paper was passed around, each employee was to sign in. IN doing so they swore an oath that they would not reveal the secrets of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to anyone. Mira did not understand how singing a piece of paper would do anything, but she was willing to allow the Boys their illusions for the time being.
"Now, if you would please follow George, Fred or Mira we will begin demonstrating what everything does. For example, would you like a canary crème Mister Uears?" Fred asked so politely that the boy nodded and took it without a second thought. The delectable looking pastry went into his mouth and within moments a giant canary stood in his place. Another few moments later and he was back to normal, if not a tad disheveled. The crowd laughed and began splitting up into three groups.
She was more than amused when her group turned out to be mostly women. "Alright, hello ladies, if you would be so kind as to fill out a nametag before we get started." The women crowded around the register and whispered to each other as they argued over the colored markers. "My name is Mira, I'm the manager here, probably the more sane of the three of us…Ah…Alright, since we're all ladies lets start over here, I think you'll enjoy these as much as I do." She led the group through the tables, grinning like an idiot as she did so.
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Weary feet carried her up the stairs. One of them had begun creaking somewhere in the middle. Idily she noted that it would have to be fixed. As she stepped into the landing at the top of the stairs she moaned as she tried to crack her back. It was tense, painful, and for all the prayers she had given to the gods, it still would not crack. The door opened when pushed with a foot.
The sight discovered upon entry would be remembered for months. Fred was hanging from his pants, which it appeared George had been helping him into. The waistband of the green dragon hide was gripped in his hands, Fred was yelling at him to out hum down.
"Are you sure they're on all the way? Perhaps I should pull on them again?" George asked as he bounced Fred up and down in the air.
"Oww! George! Careful of the family jewels! Ow! Put be down you wanker!" George laughed and let go abruptly, Fred's knees bent as he hit the floor, but he managed to stay upright. Mira shook her head.
"What are you two doing?" She asked as Fred carefully tucked himself into his pants and buttoned the fly.
"We've got the party tonight," he said with a scowl in George's direction.
"Hm… don't wake me up when you get in alright? I'm headed for bed." She motioned to her hammock, and the blankets that littered the floor around it.
"But you're going too… Did we forget to mention that? Oops…" George said innocently.
"I haven't anything to wear. Now I am going to bed."
"We know," they said in unison.
"Which is why we asked our brothers fiancé Flem-"
"Fleur," George corrected.
"To pick something up for you!" Fred finished like he hadn't even heard George. They were both grinning that ridiculous grin they grinned when they had completed something implausible.
"Uh huh… Thanks but no thanks boys, I'm wiped out. No parties for me." Nervous laughter colored her speech as she backed away from the boys, hands held up like a shield.
"Too late-"
"She'll be here soon," as he spoke the words the fireplace roared up in green flames and a tall figure could be seen spinning wildly. A second later a blonde beauty stepped out of the hearth gracefully, carrying a clothing bag. She smiled at the boys before looking at Mira critically.
"She iz shorter zan you zaid. But, I vill see vhat I can do," they both grimaced and nodded before trudging down the stairs. "I am Fleur," the tall Frenchwoman pulled off the plastic covering that hid the dress; or dresses as the case was. She hung them off of the cupboard handles; all where knee length cocktail dresses. One was red and reminded Mira of roman dress, draped and wrapped to give the appearance of clothing. The second was gold and tight fitting. The third was black, the top was tight fitting and emblazoned with sequins; the skirt was uneven and jagged, layers of tool. It reminded Mira of Tinkerbelle.
"I like the black one," she said with a grin.
"Me too!" Fleur exclaimed with obvious glee "Now, lets make sure those boys don't recognize you, ya?" Mira nodded and they both giggled, and coincidently her exhaustion left her.