Who: Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley Where: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes When: Wednesday afternoon What: Old friends having a chat Rating: I dunno. Language?
It was a quiet afternoon in the shop, only a handful of shoppers had come in this week, and today was looking to be the slowest of them all. George was leaning against the counter, flipping idly through order forms with his chin propped on his palm. He wasn't really looking at the bits of parchment, as his mind was somewhere quite different.
He was pulled out of his reverie by the tinkle of a bell somewhere behind him that signaled the opening of the front door. He stood straight and stretched. "Welcome to--" He cut off when he saw Alicia through the stacks. "Well hello, there."