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Who: Weasley Twins + Theo
What: Business discussions.
When: Monday, 9/9.
Where: Theo's half of Narnia.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete





The twins were literally in a cuddle pile in the middle of Theo's bedroom. Since they'd built their little false Narnia doorway, they'd started showing up a lot more often -- usually unannounced. Theo never seemed to mind, just like they never minded when she did it to them. It was love, and stuff. Obviously.

But now they were cuddle piled; wrapped around each other in a mess of limbs while frowning pointedly at a pile of papers between them. "What about this one?"

"Can't spell. Can't respect it."

"When did you ever get so picky over that?"

"Probably about the same time you did."

"Touche."

Theo had finished up the last of the pies for the night, and she heard the twins talking before she saw them. Taking off her heels as she walked, she grinned at them from the doorway. “What’re y’all fussin’ about?”

“Employees,” Fred said, rolling over, and intentionally forcing George to move with him, else everything get twisted and pulled.

They both glanced up at her with bright brown-hazel eyes and smiled. “We need a new one, since one of ours went all mother Mary on us.” Immaculate conception: kind of ruined workflow productivity, you know what I’m sayin?

Theo smiled right back as she stripped out of her work clothes, leaving herself in her bra and panties. Her hair took so many bobby pins, that when she took them out, she sighed in contentment. “Part time or full?”

They half watched her (hard not to) and half looked at the applications before inviting Theo into their cuddle pile with little hand gestures and begging noises. Sometimes they were such kids, it wasn’t even funny.

“Part time. Maybe temporary, for the holidays and stuff?” Fred shoved yet another application into the discard pile.

“When? I’m all booked up for the holidays, and my staff honestly doesn’t need me much. I got all the wine casked today, so I was just thinkin’ I was gonna be bored.” She climbed into the middle of them, snuggling into a blanket and purring a little.

They shifted a little bit, rearranging limbs and snuggling closer. George hugged a little bit like an excited octopus, all limbs and grip. "Starting, uh…"

"Early Novemberish?" Fred rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. "Why? You offering?"

“Sure. I don’t have anything I haveta do with my business until February. That’s when it’s busiest for me. I don’t have a lot of holiday business except Valentine’s Day and the summers.” People didn’t go to B&Bs during Christmas or other winter religious holidays, they went to family members’ or a big hotel chain.

The boys both considered that in near silence, peeking up over her to share a glance that was obviously silent communication before ducking their heads back down and rubbing against her, nearly headbutts, like little cats that were both demanding of attention.

"We could --"

"Hire you on? If that's what you wanted?" It seemed weird.

Theo had long since gotten good at scritching their scalps at the same time. She did so again, laughing to herself. “No money, though. I’m just helpin’ out m’boyfriends.” She gave George a kiss to the cheek, smiling happily.

Their smiles were identically pleased, nearly lazy with it. Fred peeked over at her and tried looking serious. "You sure? Because -- you know. Work is… work."

“Oh no, not ringin’ people up and stockin’ things.” She rolled her eyes. “I do that at my place all the time.” She grinned, pouncing on Fred. “But we do have lunches, don’t we?”

They both snorted and tittered over her sarcastic nonchalance and then Fred sighed, rolling over to lay on his stomach, and nearly immediately after George did the same.

“Yeah yeah…”

“Of course there’s lunches. What are we, heathens?”

“So we can have lunch together. That makes it worth it. Y’all can buy me lunch every day, that’ll be my pay.” Eight bucks a day for a part time employee; they’d never find cheaper.

They really wouldn’t. But that wouldn’t be the best way to put it.

George cleared his throat meaningfully. “You know. Realistically, you’re invaluable, anyway.”

Smooth fucking operators over here.

That made Theo giggle. “Awww, someone would think y’all were tryin’ to pick me up.”

“Y’all,” said Fred with a giggle. Evidently, he hadn’t gotten over that one yet.

George rolled his eyes. “We are. Totally. Whatcha doin’ Saturday night, pretty lady?”

“Um, nothing that I know of. Drinking and watching TV.” She kissed George’s neck, giggling. “What’re you boys up to?”

“Nothing that we know of,” they both said at once, amused.

George stole a proper kiss, because he was smooth like that, so Fred just went on talking. “Suppose we could drink and watch TV.”

“I’d like that,” Theo sighed, letting her hand tangle up into George’s hair. “Watching TV with you boys is always fun.” They made her laugh no matter what they were doing.

They only giggled a little and tucked in closer to her. Everything seemed a little brighter now they didn't have to keep digging through applications full of ink stains, misspellings and handwriting that was so clearly a made up language all on its own.

“Mmm, a whole month or two of you boys bossing me around. I should be payin’ y’all for the pleasure.” She winked at them, pulling the blanket closer and snuggling into the pile they’d formed. They smelled good, and she buried her head in the crook of Fred’s neck.

Snuggle piles were basically the best thing, and no one could tell the twins otherwise. George nuzzled in, his nose pressed between Theo's shoulder blades and arm draped over her until he was touching Fred, too. "I have a feeling it's going to be very hard to get any work done." Mostly he was teasing. It was a good thing there were two of them!

Theo closed her eyes, feeling comfortable and suddenly drowsy pressed between them. “That’s why I was askin’ about lunches. We’ll horse around on those, then we can actually do business durin’ business hours.” She was a practical sort.

Well, one out of three wasn’t bad. They ran a strange business: the only practical they needed was of the joke variety.

Okay, yeah, bad pun.

“Genius,” Fred murmured, settling in closer and mirroring George’s arm.

“Mm,” George agreed. “Nap now?” Lazy boys were lazy and didn’t seem to care who knew.

Theo nodded, nuzzling into the nearest twin’s neck, yawning loud enough to crack her jaw. “This is why I love y’all. Someone get the lights?”

George rolled over just enough to grab his wand and give it a lazy twitch and a nox, and the job was well done.