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Post by george on Sept 27, 2010 12:54:23 GMT 10
The door. That door had remained closed since May 2, 1998. It had only been opened once for a brief while, but George had barely made it through before exiting again. The room hidden behind it was no doubt covered in inches of dust since it was last opened over two years ago, but George couldn't bring himself to go in. Instead, in that exact moment, George stood outside of it and touched his hand to the door. He did this practically every morning. Some days his hand lingered there longer than others.
The apartment he had once shared with his twin was now void of most photos. Any he had were laid around forgotten, barely even looked at. It was a mess, but it didn't matter, as he never really had people over. His only visitors were various family members, particularly Ginny, but otherwise he would visit them. It felt like he cut himself off from everyone, but he didn't really care. George didn't like being this way, but he didn't seem to know how to fill what felt like the hole in his heart.
After making himself a brew, George descended the stairs that led into the joke shop. It was barely seven in the morning, but he felt like opening early. Whenever he was in the shop, it was open. Sometimes it would be open twelve hours a day. No, he didn't spend twelve hours in the shop, but he would open it before and leave it open after any employee he hired was around. He cleaned up the shop with a flick of his wand, adjusted the nearly broken bell that was above the shop door and then just sat there, watching the rain pour outside. Despite the fact that it was early, he knew there would be customers, even if there were only a few. There were always customers.
George eventually finished his cup of tea and made his way over to the merchandise. He took out his wand when he realized that the stock of blood lollipops were almost out on the shelves, and muttered, "Accio box of blood lollipops."
However, at the same moment he heard the noise of a bell tinkling as someone entered the shop, got distracted, and the box of lollipops came crashing down upon his head.
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Post by hermione jean granger on Sept 30, 2010 21:56:09 GMT 10
It was raining. Raining and early. Hermione sighed softly. On a morning like this, especially on her day off, Hermione would much rather still be in bed with a book. Alas though, that was not an option. Since her little act of getting side-tracked in Hogsmeade, she was fairly behind on the wedding plans. Of course, Hermione didn’t resent what had happened. Still though, it had posed something of a problem in her carefully scheduled day planner. She needed to make up for a whole afternoon. Which meant that she needed to make up for lost time and fit more in today then she was even sure she could handle. Oh for a time-turner now. Though she was sure the ministry didn’t exactly see planning a wedding as a big enough thing to warrant the use of one. Even for the Chosen Boy himself’s wedding. Snape was right, fame wasn’t everything. Picking up her pace, Hermione pulled her coat up over her head as far as it would go. Trying to shield herself from the rain. It wasn’t doing all that good though. Merlin, why didn’t she have an umbrella? For a clever girl, that was really a rather large faux par on her part. Now she was going to spend the rest of her day damp from the rain. Her hair was already growing bushy in it’s ponytail. Curse England and its rainy weather. It really wasn’t friendly to the frizzy haired sort of girls. Running over her mental list, Hermione glanced up to see that George’s shop was open. She bit her lip. He was on her list for later, but if she could see him earlier, that would be so so helpful. She hoped he wouldn’t mind such an early visit. Though if he was open, she was almost certain he wouldn’t mind. Veering off, she made a bee-line for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezers. She pushed on the door, letting herself inside the warm store. It was nice and warm inside, and Hermione was glad for it. She turned and started to slip off her wet coat, when she heard a thud. Turning, she blinked. “Oh. George! Sorry. Hope I didn’t startle you.” Offering him a sheepish smile, she shrugged out of her coat and hung it up on the rack beside the door. “I was here and saw you were open, and thought we could discuss the entertainment for the wedding. Molly mentioned you wanted to provide a fireworks display?” She took a step further into the store, still smiling sheepishly. “Oh..” She noticed the blood lollipops on the floor. “Here,” taking out her wand, she gave it a flick. The box righting itself and floating up to a shelf near George’s elbow.
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