InsaneJournal

Who: Weasley Twins + Verity + Abigail Hobbs
When: After Memorial Day Weekend
Where: For the Lulz
What: Pranks
Rating/Warnings: low
Status: complete



Camping had been awesome, thanks for asking! As fun as it’d been though, the Twins always felt a little weird leaving their shop for so long. They couldn’t help it -- even with such good help, the place was their proverbial child, and as such, they were really quite protective of it.

They lived directly above the shop -- and had gone in on the side entrance only for long enough to take a proper shower and drop off all their things before clomping happily and noisily down the stairs to enter the shop from the back. “LUCY--”

“WE’RE HOME!”

Verity was behind the counter, keeping a straight face. She glanced up at the sound of the stairs and turned to look and see the Twins coming in through the back entrance. “Finally,” she said, breaking into a grin.

The shop was exactly as it’d been when they left, only with some items sold and some restocked. Verity hadn’t even reorganized anything like she usually did when they left her alone in the store. It was only their office that was slightly different.

“How was camping?? Is your sister still a redhead, or did you stick something in her shampoo?” She asked, coming from around the counter.


She was obviously pregnant by the maternity pants she was wearing.

“She’s still a redhead,” Fred said, as if indignant she might think something so low of them. How awful, Verity, said his expression.

“No promises on what color her skin tone is now, though,” George murmured, looking at his nails thoughtfully as if he were in fact just really very good.

“So? How was business? Did you get on with Abigail? What terrible things have you done to our store?”

“Abigail is great.” Verity said, giving a bright smile. One of her hands rested absent-mindedly on her tummy, the other on the counter. Protecting her babies. She couldn’t wait for Fred and George to open their office door and find all of their furniture (both desks, chairs, floor lamp, etc.) on the ceiling. With the papers, phones, computers, and everything still glued tightly to the desks, so the room had a completely upside-down feel to it.


“She was a huge help this weekend.” She wouldn’t let Verity use the nail gun.

“We know she’s great. We hired her.” Fred seemed pleased, in any case. But then he paused, looking a bit suspicious. “Is she here now?”

“And what have you done?” George wanted to know. Verity never looked so smug for no good reason.

“Abigail’s here, and she hasn’t done anything.” Abigail’s head appeared from behind a display of joy buzzers. Two could play at the ‘look at us completing each other’s thoughts’ game, thanks muchly.

Verity gave a little motion over her shoulder as Abigail came out from behind some display or another. She didn’t bother turning to look, as she’d only just spoken to Abigail moments ago.


“I’m insulted that you would assume we’ve done something. We just kept your shop up spick and span while you were off galavanting through the wilderness all weekend.” She chided, folding her arms across her chest.

“To our credit, it was some very good gallivanting.” Fred still didn’t look convinced, even as he eyed Abigail, and then Verity one after the other.

“The best kind of galavanting,” George agreed. Something about hiding polecats? No, that wasn’t right. They both crossed their arms and looked only further suspicious, though. Frankly, they’d be rather disappointed if the two ladies hadn’t done something funny. They were starting to get a little worried that was the case.

Abigail wasn’t a superhero, but if she had anything close to a superpower, it was looking innocent. “I converted some shipping slips to Excel and scanned them in as .pdfs, does that count?”

“I put together the quarterly financial report,” Verity chimed in. “We worked hard all weekend, Abby and me.” She had no idea if the nickname ‘Abby’ was acceptable. It just sort of slipped out.

“Abigail,” George corrected easily. Abby wasn’t acceptable. They were good employers, man.

“Did you?” Fred asked -- of both the excel bits and the financial bits. That was all a bit above and beyond the required -- you know. Work.

Abigail nodded. “Mmhmm. We actually do the things you employ us for.” She had her arms full of toys, and was restocking the shelves carefully.

“...most of the time,” Verity agreed, then moved around the counter again to help a customer at the register. She was smirking softly to herself as she rang up the little boy buying fake vomit and magic tricks.

Fred only snorted at that, before going off to look at the aisles of the store - as if he might spot something the two of them had missed out on. Or to beg out of the conversation. Either way.

George, on the other hand, was a bit more business minded, and so felt the need to go look over the changed forms and finished the reports. And so off to the office he went.

Only to let out a noise that was possibly a cackle as soon as he’d opened the door.

Resuming restocking the shelves, Abigail glanced at Verity and gave her a wink when she heard George cackle. She didn’t smile in case Fred was looking.

Verity wasn’t as good of an actress. She couldn’t help smirking. She returned the wink, then passed over the bag filled with goodies to the next customer.

Probably, the customers of this place were used to all sorts of screams and cackles, as the woman in question looked a bit nonplussed as she left.

Fred, on the other hand, looked slyly interested. He gave his two obviously scheming employees a look and then went to join his brother.

Only to find the office literally upside down.

“That’s--”

“Bloody impressive.”

Abigail smiled finally and looked over her shoulder. “What’s impressive?” As if she didn’t know.

“You two alright in there?” Verity called out. The smirk was fully on her face now. It was a damn good trick, actually. Very impressive, if she didn’t say so herself.

They were inclined to agree. Fred tilted his head so that he might look ceiling bit up.

George seemed delighted. Neither seemed bothered.

“Please say you took in progress pictures.”

“Of course,” Abigail smiled, still stocking carefully. She liked everything to be spaced out carefully.

Verity gave a little chuckle. “Come on, you think we’re amateurs?” she called out, leaning against the counter. “We work in a joke shop, for chrissake.”

“So you do.” said the twins, in a way that clearly said they approved of that fact. Good life choices, those two had been.