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George Weasley (saintly_george) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Morning..." George gave a vague wave with a rubber chicken - wand gone bad - as Greg passed through into the back to change, taking a second to charm it back into a wand before tossing it into the box with the others. "Not so much special, really, but we need to fit in about fifteen cases of stuff that I found in the basement yesterday. Can you work on kind of condensing some of the shelves? Free up some space? Need maybe five feet of shelves, floor to top, for some Halloween stuff. Sweets that turn you into your costume, instead of making you wear it. Well, for a couple hours, anyway." He gestured toward the shelves he'd been thinking of.

"And I've got a delivery that's supposed to be here about ten, some new stuff from Japan. Should make some kickass fireworks for New Year's..." He paused, thinking of sparklers and rockets for a moment, remembering how Fred had loved making things that exploded so much more than he had.

"How was the register yesterday? I forgot to ask. I explained again this morning that you really work here, but I'm not sure it's going to make a difference until payday. First-aid box is on my desk though, in case you get another bite..."