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Tweak says, "You'll put your eye out!"

Angie! (johnsonchases) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-08-02 02:51:00

Entry tags:

!1997: 08, !complete, angelina johnson, george weasley

Thread: Ang and George
WHO: Angelina and George!
WHAT: Hanging out! Supposedly helping with inventory.
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: WWW
RATING: PG-13? For language and possible random topics of doom.

Angelina spent a lot of time at the twin's shop. In fact her constant loitering whenever she wasn't in practice led to quite a few people believing she worked there. She'd gotten good at directing people to things. So BAH on Fred and George saying she didn't do anything. She pointed a LOT.

Hopping on one foot, pulling on a trainer she searched the fridge looking for the beer. She almost yelled to Katie and Alicia wondering which one of those lushes drank all the damn beer, but she didn't know if they were home or if Ry was already asleep. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey from the cupboard where the rest of the liquor was.

Good thing about knowing the owners and always being around is that Fred and George gave her apparition access. Which was good considering how bad Diagon Alley was looking these days. It wasn't exactly safe to be wandering around at night waiting for them to answer her knocking.

It only took a second and Angelina was standing in the middle of the shop holding her wand and the firewhiskey. "SNOOKUMS, I"M HOME WITH LIQUOR!" She called out, making her way into the back room where she knew George was most likely at.

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weasleygred
2009-08-02 07:46 am UTC (link)

Pointing was, actually, not an inconsiderable help. Not that George would admit it. Their shop was packed, busy, and sometimes hard to navigate because of the clutter and color. The twins tended to like it that way, and the kind of customers they tended to cater to most often did too. But still, spending all the time helping some little second year find where the Puking Pustules were every day wasn't George's favorite part of the job. They usually had to refrain from actually USING products on paying customers, since they'd pay less if they were throwing up, or covered in boils, or had feathers. So that made it a bit less fun.

Not that George didn't love his job, his shop, and his life.

George was, actually, in the back, going over the inventory logs. Charlie's new shipment had come - and been carefully spelled against the stench. Much as you could with dragon dung, anyway. Dead useful, and pricey, and they used it in half a dozen products - but it didn't smell like bloody roses.

He looked up from where he was sitting amidst a precariously balanced pile of boxes, grinning. "In the back - did you bring food?" he yelled back, not bothering to get up. He'd finish this box, at least. Probably wouldn't get much else done, now that Ang was over. But it would wait until tomorrow. He grinned at Ang when she walked in. His slightly shaggy hair was, inexplicably, not cropped ragged and much higher on the right side, over his ear.

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johnsonchases
2009-08-02 08:01 am UTC (link)

Angelina still thought that she shouldn't have to do even that. Her presence was tripling their sales, or so she jokingly claimed. The twins success was their own. They were sodding brilliant, no matter what she said to the contrary.

Shit, she probably should have brought food. It wasn't like she was going to eat anything Fred and George had a hand in creating. But as it was she hadn't thought to do it.

"No, but I brought the firewhiskey. Should be good enough. More fun at any rate." She said with a smile from the doorway.

She parked herself next to sitting cross legged on the ground and setting the uncapped bottle down between them. "You're not going to get soused and give yourself another haircut, are you, Weasley?" She asked, looking at his messed up hair. She figured Fred probably did that to him. Some prank gone awry.