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RP: Please Don't Wheeze Me

Jul 29, 2008 00:39

Date: 28 February 1999
Characters: Muriel Beamish, George Weasley (with a brief appearance by Verity Jackson)
Location: Diagon Alley/WWW
Status: Private
Summary: Muriel pays a visit.
Completion: Complete

( Being willing to actually walk into that shop probably made her certifiable )

verity jackson, muriel beamish, george weasley, place: weasleys' wizard wheezes, february 1999

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rar_verity July 28 2008, 14:45:49 UTC

Verity looked up from the box of sweets she was filling for a giggling young woman, raising one eyebrow at the woman walking through the door. Older than probably any of their customers, but... She shrugged and tucked the box into the young woman's bag, passing it over with a smile and thanks.

She tucked bright purple hair behind one ear, heading for the new customer. "Hello. Welcome to Wheezes. What can I help you with today?"

rar_muriel July 28 2008, 15:09:05 UTC

Merlin, how could anyone think in this place? As soon as she entered, there were hovering things, dangly things, flashing things and sparkly things everywhere. It was absolute chaos! It took Muriel a few moments to realise she was being addressed, and even then she had to blink, because girl talking to her had purple hair, and it was... well, as blinding as the rest of the shop.

"Excuse me, sorry. I... this is quite a place. I'm looking for my nephew. For George."

rar_verity July 28 2008, 15:22:33 UTC

Verity put out a cautious hand; she wasn't sure if this woman was going to faint or what, as she looked around the shop, blinking. She opened her mouth to ask if she was quite all right, but it changed to a smile as the woman spoke.

Looking for my nephew... Oh, that was a relief.

"I'm not sure if Mr. Weasley is downstairs or where, but..." She glanced toward the brightly animated shop, then beckoned the woman to follow her. "Please, come with me? I'll find him for you..."

She headed for the curtain that separated the backroom from the shop and pulled it aside, giving the woman an encouraging nod when she seemed to hesitate. "Just through here..."

rar_muriel July 28 2008, 15:50:27 UTC

The girl looked worried. About what? Muriel was perfectly fine, just not accustomed to décor this, well, loud. She hadn't considered that George might not be here. Didn't know what she'd thought, really - that he spent his entire life at the store?

When the girl pulled the curtain aside, however...

It looked rather small back there, and confined spaces were not her thing. Especially not with a nephew like George who might be inclined to test something on her.

But she'd look like a fool if she refused to go in, wouldn't she? She hadn't come into the store only to change her mind. And come to think of it, the worry on this girl's face had probably been something to do with Muriel's age, and she wouldn't stand for that.

"Thank you," she replied, a trifle coolly, and slipped into the back room.

rar_george July 28 2008, 16:00:37 UTC

George looked up as Verity came through the curtain, beckoning for someone to follow, then grinned as he recognized his aunt. Verity gave him a nervous look, and he got to his feet, heading for the pair.

"Aunt Muriel," he said, with a wide smile. "Fantastic to see you. You're well, I hope?"

Verity gave Muriel a half-wave and gestured for the curtain, slipping through without another word.

"I didn't expect you today. Was I supposed to?"

rar_muriel July 28 2008, 16:36:35 UTC

George looked good. Very good. Better than at Christmas. She wondered if it had just been the date, or if it was his work that made him as cheerful as he was now. It was good to see.

She smiled back, nodding to the girl as she departed.

"I am well, yes. You're looking rather chipper yourself." Come to think of it, he'd never greeted her this enthusiastically before. She took a fleeting, hopefully discreet, glance about his person and the space, just to make sure there was nothing in his hand or likely to spring out at her, then glanced down at the bag in her hand.

"I was just passing," she told him. "I'm running low on my morning coffee and there's a little shop just up the road that stocks it. I thought I'd drop by. Take you up on the offer you made at Christmas."

At least, she thought he'd invited her to drop by at Christmas. And she was certain she wasn't going senile.

"Are you... working on something new?"

rar_george July 28 2008, 16:50:05 UTC

"Yeah, well...it's a good day," he said, noncommitally, then gestured toward the pair of overstuffed chairs. "Would you like tea? Or a tour?" He dragged his fingers through his hair. "Or samples?" He gave her a cheeky wink, knowing she'd never say yes to that.

He waved a hand at the desk, shaking his head. "Just invoices, there. But got a few things going downstairs. Trying to get a disillusionment charm on a powder to stay static until you mix it with water..."

rar_muriel July 28 2008, 17:27:51 UTC

Muriel couldn't help but chuckle when he suggested samples, shaking her head. "A tour sounds interesting," she replied, "As long as it doesn't involve tactile demonstrations." She quirked a brow.

When he mentioned invoices, she glanced at them with vague distaste, but was intrigued despite herself with the idea of powder charmed with disillusionment. "What would that be for?"

rar_george July 28 2008, 17:51:28 UTC

George snorted. "Only tactile if you decide to pet the Pygmy Puffs," he said, then gestured toward the shop. They walked through the aisles, George pointing out some of their first products ( ... )

rar_muriel July 28 2008, 20:12:37 UTC

He didn't answer her question, but she didn't press. Perhaps these things were Top Secret until they went on the market.

When he showed her around, the shop wasn't nearly as baffling. She was less overwhelmed by the spectacle of the place when focussing on specific items. The Canary Cremes were quite interesting. "I can only imagine the look on Agatha's face if I served those during our weekly chess game," she murmured. "And the advantage it would give me over my flustered opponent."

Her eyes lingered on the games he took her past - the hangman, the snap, and felt the seed of an idea forming in her mind. Last time she'd played with Agatha, her friend had mentioned paying a visit to St Jermome's orphanage, and how much they could use extra funds. They'd discussed organising a fundraiser - after all, it wasn't as if they hadn't done such things in the past - but they hadn't been able to think of what kind of event to run. It's probably right under our noses, Agatha had said -- and Muriel was beginning to think she'd been right ( ... )

rar_george July 29 2008, 03:26:23 UTC

George let the Puff down into the display where it wriggled off his palm with a tickle, laughing at the sensation and the mental image of Aunt Muriel playing chess with a giant yellow canary.

"Games?" he asked, then turned toward the row of shelves.

"Hangman's a steady seller. Exploding Snap's a classic." He walked toward the display, pulling down a game where the object was to put together plumbing, and once you did, it squirted real water. "Wet, but fun," he said, passing her the box.

He looked at her curiously, then raised an eyebrow. "I smell thinking going on. What's the sudden interest in Wheezes, then?"

rar_muriel July 29 2008, 16:18:31 UTC

Muriel inspected the plumbing game critically. "Well, not in my living room. But perhaps in the garden."

She looked up again. "Oh, I've been thinking about hosting a fundraiser of some kind for St Jerome's home. I just wasn't sure what, exactly. Games could be a very good idea, and I don't suppose everyone knows how to play chess."

She laid the box back on the shelf with a final, thoughtful glance in its direction.

"You said something about tea?"

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