In typical Weasley twins fashion, the shop was not very hard to find. Even among the wacky, crooked appearance in Diagon Alley, their store stood out like a very bright sore thumb. It was rather crowded, as usual, stuffed with Hogwarts students, younger kids, and a few adults with functioning senses of humor.
Angie grinned as a few kids passed her, obviously tinkering with trinkets they didn't know how to use.
Elbowing her way into the store was a lot harder then she thought, so packed she could barely breath.
"George?" she called out, but it was so loud she doubted anyone would hear her. She had to admit, he and Fred must have been doing GREAT if business was this... well busy!
"Somewhere over here!" George called from the back, picking Angie's voice out among the racket being made by the rest of the customers. He pulled his head out of the box he had been searching through and pushed back the curtain that seperated the back room from the store.
"Where the hell are you?" he shouted, trying to spot her.
Angie couldn't get to the front. It was too packed.
"This is rediculous." Slugging her backpack over her shoulder, hitting a man (unintentionally... of course) she climbed up onto a table that held glowing hats and whatnot.
"George!" Angie called from ontop the wobbly table, able to see him peeking threw the cloth.
"As of now, we're good. Get back to me thirty minutes from now where the front shelves are empty," he said, shaking his head as he surveyed the crowd. Thankfully, Fred was handling the register today, so he didn't have to worry about that.
George gaped at her, looking hurt. "You dared to doubt our amazingness? We're geniuses! How can you suspect that we'd be anything less than absolutely fantastic?" he said with a grin.
George stuck her tongue out at her before quickly turning to help a little boy that was unsuccessfully trying to get a trick wand off a higher shelf. Once the boy had sauntered off toward the register with the wand, George turned back to Angie.
"I guiess I did." she mimiced his tongue and stood beside George, turning to face the store.
"You guys are doing really great..." Ange couldn't believe it. She really couldn't. "I feel like I'm still a 14 year old stuck at Hogwarts and you guys are already out there making a living doing something you love." With a gentle shake of her head she sighed. "I'm honestly proud of you guys."
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Elbowing her way into the store was a lot harder then she thought, so packed she could barely breath.
"George?" she called out, but it was so loud she doubted anyone would hear her.
She had to admit, he and Fred must have been doing GREAT if business was this... well busy!
"Weasley! Where the hell are you?!"
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"Where the hell are you?" he shouted, trying to spot her.
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"This is rediculous." Slugging her backpack over her shoulder, hitting a man (unintentionally... of course) she climbed up onto a table that held glowing hats and whatnot.
"George!" Angie called from ontop the wobbly table, able to see him peeking threw the cloth.
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"Heystraanger."
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"I take itt bussinesss is good." Angie stated as the shop only became more crowded.
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"Need some help?"
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"I didn't think you'd be this good this fast. i'm impressed."
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"I knew you guys would be fabulous, butt so soon?"
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"Well, I guess you thought wrong, huh?"
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"You guys are doing really great..." Ange couldn't believe it. She really couldn't. "I feel like I'm still a 14 year old stuck at Hogwarts and you guys are already out there making a living doing something you love." With a gentle shake of her head she sighed.
"I'm honestly proud of you guys."
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