Narrative

Nov 12, 2007 22:28

Who: Pansy Parkinson and George Weasley
Where: Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
When: November 12, 2006
Rating: PG-13
Status: Ongoing
Summary: Pansy goes to the Weasley shop to get some shagging business done ( Read more... )

pansy, narrative, george

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glowing_forgie November 15 2007, 01:22:46 UTC
"Fred I swear by all that is ancient and right in the world, if you leave one of these stupid Pygmy Puffs anywhere near m'damn mints, so help me I'll owl Mu- M-Miss Parkinson," George flushed. He'd been storming to the front counter, holding a what looked like a pink miniature puffskien that was caught in a jar of yellow paint - except it kept changing from pink to green and back again.

"I'm beg your pardon, Miss Parkinson, I didn't realise you were here." He glared at Fred and handed him the animal before wiping his hands on the white t-shirt he'd been wearing to work in. Well, it wasn't exactly totally white, but smeared with dyes where he'd been working on changing the mints to a more bearable color. As it were, they looked a horrible shade of vomit green when he'd have preferred something more akin to a leaf colour. He extended his hand, thankful there was no yellow dye on it. Fred rolled his eyes and sniffed the pgymy puff testingly, as it seemed to, yes, it had soiled itself. Fred made an apron of his shirt and stowed the animal away before it could do any real harm.

"Oh, damnit George? What are you working with? I swear, I almost had the colour down on this one, too." Fred frowned and turned apologetically to Pansy, though his attention was suddenly diverted by the squirmy and messy animal. "I hate to cut this short, Miss Parkinson," he winked at her with a grin, spirts lifted a bit - a Weasley twin couldn't truly stay glum long. "It was a pleasure seeing you. I will certainly owl you if I ever need your services." Fred turned to the back and was promptly followed by a squeek and a swear. "Fuck if it didn't bite me!" George grinned before turning to Pansy and giving her a shy smile.

"M'really sorry about that. Sort of comes with the job, I'm afraid."

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