RP: Did someone ask for fireworks?
Date: Thursday | Noonish
Characters: Verity Jackson, Fleur Weasley
Location: The Association for Magical Equality and Diversity Office in Diagon Alley
Status: Private
Summary: Verity delivers WWW products for Fleur's fundraiser.
Completion: Complete
Verity rolled her eyes at the stack of stuff on her desk. Mr. Weasley was such a man... His sister-in-law had asked for products for a silent auction, and he'd gathered up this? Merlin...
Nobody would bid on a random pile of stuff, even if there were fireworks involved. Verity headed to the basement, rummaging through a stack of discarded boxes and crates until she found one the right size, and a flick of her wand spelled it a bright yellow. Returning to her desk, she added shreds of green and purple paper, arranging the large boxes of fireworks inside, and then tucking a few smaller items in around them. A Hangman, a box of lollies, a pair of trick wands. She headed out into the shop to fill a small box with trick chocolates, tying it shut with a ribbon, and it went into the crate as well. She stood back to admire the effect, then pulled clear plastic off a roll on the wall and wrapped the whole thing in the stuff. An orange bow clashed nicely at the top, and she jotted a note letting Mr. Weasley know what she'd added to the package.
She shrugged into her cloak, then picked up the crate, heading out through the shop. "Going to drop this off now, Mr. Weasley. See you on Saturday!" He gave an absent wave, bending to show a young boy how something worked. She wondered if he'd remember tomorrow, that he'd given her the day off for moving...
The air was crisp and refreshing, and she decided to walk to Mrs. Weasley's office. Magical Equality and Diversity. Hm. She wondered if it was for equality among magical everything? Or equality for diverse witches and wizards? Her mind entertained her with possible answers as she walked, and she found herself at the office more quickly than she'd thought.
Entering the warmth of the office, she shifted the crate she carried, and asked at the first desk she saw. "Excuse me? I'm supposed to ask for Mrs. Fleur Weasley. Could you tell me where to find her, please?"
Characters: Verity Jackson, Fleur Weasley
Location: The Association for Magical Equality and Diversity Office in Diagon Alley
Status: Private
Summary: Verity delivers WWW products for Fleur's fundraiser.
Completion: Complete
Verity rolled her eyes at the stack of stuff on her desk. Mr. Weasley was such a man... His sister-in-law had asked for products for a silent auction, and he'd gathered up this? Merlin...
Nobody would bid on a random pile of stuff, even if there were fireworks involved. Verity headed to the basement, rummaging through a stack of discarded boxes and crates until she found one the right size, and a flick of her wand spelled it a bright yellow. Returning to her desk, she added shreds of green and purple paper, arranging the large boxes of fireworks inside, and then tucking a few smaller items in around them. A Hangman, a box of lollies, a pair of trick wands. She headed out into the shop to fill a small box with trick chocolates, tying it shut with a ribbon, and it went into the crate as well. She stood back to admire the effect, then pulled clear plastic off a roll on the wall and wrapped the whole thing in the stuff. An orange bow clashed nicely at the top, and she jotted a note letting Mr. Weasley know what she'd added to the package.
She shrugged into her cloak, then picked up the crate, heading out through the shop. "Going to drop this off now, Mr. Weasley. See you on Saturday!" He gave an absent wave, bending to show a young boy how something worked. She wondered if he'd remember tomorrow, that he'd given her the day off for moving...
The air was crisp and refreshing, and she decided to walk to Mrs. Weasley's office. Magical Equality and Diversity. Hm. She wondered if it was for equality among magical everything? Or equality for diverse witches and wizards? Her mind entertained her with possible answers as she walked, and she found herself at the office more quickly than she'd thought.
Entering the warmth of the office, she shifted the crate she carried, and asked at the first desk she saw. "Excuse me? I'm supposed to ask for Mrs. Fleur Weasley. Could you tell me where to find her, please?"