Verity had slipped down the stairs a few moments before the store was due to close. Mags was able to handle most of the day to day business, she was good enough that Verity didn't feel bad at all about leaving her alone to go upstairs and get ready for Fred. She'd never been in a relationship before on Valentine's Day, for whatever reason, that had always been a Single day for her and she wasn't quite sure what to expect.
She'd brought several changes of clothing and had tried multiple variations. It was hard, all this girly stuff. She didn't want to be overdressed, but at the same time, she didn't want Fred to be unimpressed. After entirely too much indecision, she settled on a short black skirt and a low cut red top. She debated for a few moments on whether red was too cliché, but decided to keep it, forgoing a bra and Merlin that she was poorly endowed enough that she could do so without looking like a total slag.
Grabbing her bag, she waved her wand, her clothes folding themselves into a neat pile. Grabbing her heels, she tapped them, charming them to match her shirt before making her way downstairs and grinning silently to herself as she watched Fred harass Mags.
"Hey," she mouthed, waving at him across the store when he finally noticed her.