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First Day at Work
Who: Greg and Harry. Still open to others later in the day!
What: His first day working at WWW
Where: WWW, Diagon Alley
When: Before lunch
Rating: NSFW - Grumpy Goyle's internal monologue is a bit sweary.

So far, Greg hated Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He hated that the wards had bounced him out when he'd tried to apparate directly into the shop, he hated the stupid bright pink uniform that didn't fucking fit properly across the shoulders, he hated the customers and most of all he hated the cash machine that kept trying to bite his fingers off. He was lucky that his natural expression was moody or else his anger would have been plain for anyone to see. As it was, it was all he could do to keep a civil tongue in his head and keep reminding himself that he couldn't just walk out and go home. If he'd had to try to smile through it all, he might have exploded.

"No," he said, for what felt like the tenth time already that day. "The effects aren't permanent. None of the effects are permanent." Did this idiotic woman really think Weasley would be allowed to sell his 'Canary Creams' and 'Headless Hats' if the effects were permanent? He glowered at his would-be customer until she dragged her son away to look at something on the other side of the shop. Goyle huffed out a sigh of relief - and then bit back a groan as he heard the front door open. Now what?