Fred Weasley is actually just insane. (gigglefit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-05 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, fred weasley, george weasley, verity |
Who: Weasley Twins + Verity
When: Late August
Where: For the Lulz
What: Chatting
Rating/Warning: Low / None
Status: Complete
Verity came back from her lunch break. She was waddling more than walking now, even though she had almost ten weeks left of this pregnancy. She’d just signed up for child birthing classes, and was going to have to find someone to be her birthing coach. She was thinking about asking Alice. Or Roland. That was a strange can of worms.
She headed into the shop to stow her purse under the counter, looking around for the redheads. She didn’t see them anywhere, and that made her nervous.
They weren’t being jerks, they swore -- Verity had been really … well. Pregnant lately. And emotional. And weird things. Pranks had sort of been left by the wayside, in exchange for cheeky comments and stupid face. George was in an aisle, restocking a shelf that mostly supplied weird candies - bacon flavored things, pop rocks, chewy gummies that looked like body parts that should never be made into candy form. “Oi!” He called, not bothering to look up from what he was doing. “You back?”
“Yeah!” Verity called out. She could tell by where the sound had come from in the shop where George was. “You stocking those maple bacon lollipops?” She added, her voice still raised so he could hear her. She put her purse away and settled behind the register to tidy.
“Pop rock gum,” George corrected, finally finishing off a neat stack of said item before standing up and blinking at Verity, as if to give her a look that said he did, indeed work.
“Oh, good.” Verity gave him a little smile over the shelves. Or, around the shelves. “How’s the candy supply? Do you want me to phone in an order this week?” She did that from time to time when the Twins wanted or needed her to. She was good on the phone with people they ordered from. Though, she much preferred to order online. Less mistakes that way.
“However you want to do it,” George said, glancing at the back room even as Fred found his way out of it. They were on a wavelength, and always seemed to know where the other one was.
“Hate to say it,” Fred said, so clearly he didn’t hate to say it that much. “But it’s September now. You know what that means, right? Halloween planning, and Christmas at the same time.” Not so secretly, the twins loved holidays. But it meant for a lot busier work.
“Right. Right.” Verity agreed, nodding. “So, Halloween candy stocking time.” She could also help them with signage when it came to Halloween candy, decorations and costumes. “I’ll get started. Ordering the same things we had last year? Or are we changing it up a bit?” What would the big costumes of 2013 be?
“Some of the same, some new stuff. We’ll search around and see if we can’t come up with some fun things for the year, you know? We should also plan on our own costumes, right? We can dress up for the whole of October if we want.” Fred was practically giddy, and George seemed to agree.
“Ooh, and I get to wear pregnant costumes all month.” Other people might think she was being sarcastic, but she was genuinely excited. She already had an orange maternity shirt with a jack-o-lantern set right where her bump was. She was actually excited about wearing funny costumes as pregnant as she was.
The twins only nodded, amused. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, so she may as well be pleased over it. They were currently considering matching sets of costumes and no one at all would ever be surprised. That wasn’t the point.
“We’re hoping to rake in the sales this year.”
“I predict that we’ll do better this year than last.” The economy was picking up, anyway. And kids seemed to have just as much expendable income as ever before. “I’ll do my best to help make that goal a reality. Until I have to go on leave, anyway.”
Their whole place made a living off of expendable income for the most part -- younger kids and twenty somethings. People who needed weird wedding favors and t-shirts. But Halloween and Christmas (and April fools, of course) were the real money makers.
“Sales have been up significantly this year from last already, but there’s no reason not to set goals,” Fred said, clearly in business instead of pranking mode. It wasn’t completely rare, but when he did get into this mode, he was pretty damn unstoppable.
George finished off stocking the candy aisle and stood up, stretching. “When do you need to go on leave, again?” They’d probably need another employee.
“Well, the baby’s due in early November, so… probably the first week in November. Ish. No one knows when she’s coming, so it’s a bit up in the air.” But she’d already told them she was more than willing to help train her temporary replacement. Temporary. She wanted back in.
Obviously she wanted back in (who wouldn’t). It wasn’t a big deal, if sales kept up like they were, they could probably manage another part time employee permanently. It wasn’t as if it wouldn’t do the boys a little more good to do more creating and less working. But hey, who really knew.
“We can manage that, we suppose.” Fred said, grinning. “If you absolutely need it.”
“Well, I could just strap her to my chest like the tribal mommies do, and come back the next day to work,” Verity suggested. “I doubt she’d cry much.”
“Don’t be awkward,” they both told her in unison.
But then Fred paused. “Unless you think it’d be good for business.”
The talking in unison didn’t surprise her in the slightest. On the contrary, she was not only used to it, but expected it. “Come on, now. Do you think I’d do anything that wasn’t good for business?” Verity asked, glancing between the brothers with a smirk on her face.
Fred grinned, sharp and sly. “I dunno. You have been standing around talking for the better part of ten minutes.” He was teasing, of course.
“Oi! It’s only been about five.” Verity knew this because after ten minutes her feet fell asleep beneath what at one point was her ankles. “And I’m manning the register, I’ll have you know.” Even though no customers came up to pay for items.
“Uh-huh,” The twins said, grinning and tittering. “Whatever you say, Ver.” But to be fair they all let each other get away with everything anyway. Every day that ended in a y.
“You’re on Halloween research for the rest of the day. Have fun in front of the computer.”
“Sure thing, Boss.” Verity said with a smile, then saluted, and turned to head back into the back room where the computer was. She could place those orders, too, while she was at it, and give her poor feet and ankles some much needed relief.