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George Weasley (saintly_george) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-25 19:07:00

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character: george weasley, character: gregory goyle

Who: George and Greg (and possibly others?)
What: Open for busine
Where: WWW
When: Just after opening
Rating: SFW likely

It still felt odd to be opening the shop without a bubbly blonde or brunette flitting about in magenta robes and calling him "Mr. Weasley", but George was getting used to it. Getting used to the deeper voice, the taller figure, the less-than-graceful... Okay, well. To a bloke, working in the shop. Not that he had anything against blokes, quite the contrary, but he'd never hired one. Again, not that he had anything against them, but girls were more likely to answer the adverts...

He dropped coins into the till, counting in his head, then nodded and shut the drawer, tucking the ledger under the counter and waving his wand at the door. The sign flipped to read, "Open - if you dare", and began to sing in a very rusty sort of voice, advertising Wheezes to passers-by just in case anyone was new and didn't know what kinds of things WWW sold.

As if...

George pulled out a box of trick wands and set to adding labels, waiting for his shop-help to arrive, and for the day to begin.

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saintly_george
2014-09-27 02:05 am UTC (link)

"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..."

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goyle_g
2014-09-28 08:38 am UTC (link)

Greg nodded as he listened, absorbing George's instructions carefully so he wouldn't have to ask again. He might not be as lively as George's other shop assistants had been, but he could follow orders. Especially ones that would keep him away from customers. "I can do all that," he agreed, thinking that this would be a good chance to move the canary creams as he'd promised Percy without drawing too much attention to the fact.

He scowled as he looked over at the register, which was still snapping at him every chance it got. "Couldn't you pay me something now?" It didn't have to be all the wages he'd earned, just a token might do it. Though Greg wasn't at all convinced the cash register was ever going to recognise him. Still it was worth a shot.

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