RP: Busy Days

[shh_megan]

Date: 31 July 2005
Characters: Megan Jones, George Weasley
Location: The Apothecary
Status: Private
Summary: Just another day at work
Completion: InComplete

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[shh_george]

George was pulling crap out from under the front counter, a bin placed close by. There was no reason that they'd let it accumulate this much.

He looked up at the sound of Meg's voice, reaching to tilt the box so that he could see inside. "Half of that shit shouldn't be here. I'm a slob, have you noticed?" Grinning, he took the box from her. "I'll take care of it. I've got to take some of this stuff back to the flats. I bring things in, use them once, and forget about them." He pulled an oddly shaped metal thing from the box and looked at it. "And actually, I've no clue what this is."

Glancing up at her, he smiled. "Thanks for helping out so much lately. We'll get someone new in here soon, take some of the workload off you."

[shh_megan]

"Language," Megan admonished, grinning cheekily at him. "Just because Ben and Liam aren't here, doesn't mean you can go around spouting profanity all day." She winked to show she wasn't being serious. "Sets a bad routine, you know."

She handed over the box and grinned as he pulled out an oddly shaped metal item. "Neither did I," she admitted, "Nor did I know exactly what to do with this." She reached in the box and pulled out what looked like an ear on a string. "What is this?" she asked, peering at it. "Are you and Fred dabbeling in Voodoo?"

She grinned genuinely at him. "I don't mind helping out," she said. "It was good of you to let Romilda leave early. I remember the last couple months of pregnancy. They're not pleasant."

[shh_george]

"Ah, really? Well fuck. I'll have to watch my mouth then, won't I?" He gave her a cheeky grin. "I'd hate to set a bad example for anyone. You know me."

George laughed and took the extendable ear from her. "Nope. But we do dabble in eavesdropping occasionally. These things are great for that." Stuffing it in his pocket, he rifled through the box.

"I know, but you've got Ben to think of. And we all need a life outside this place, yeah?" He nodded absently. "Course, she has to focus on her family. And I watched mum go through two pregnancies. It wasn't pretty."

[shh_megan]

She snickered at his response and arched her brow at him much the same way she did to Ben when he was being difficult. "Of course you would. Fine upstanding citizen you are." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

"I'm sure they came in handy in a house like yours," she said. "Lots of sibling secrets to overhear, yeah?" She hopped up on the counter and watched him rifle through the box. "Anything else interesting in there?"

She smiled when he spoke of Ben, and nodded. "Not to mention the five new puppies," she said. "It's like being a new parent all over again." She nodded as he spoke about his mum. "It's the most thrilling, scary and painful experience I've ever had. And all at once. But it's worth it because you get a baby at the end. And there's nothing better than that."

[shh_george]

"I am indeed," he said, looking up in time to see her stick her tongue out. "Insolent. How am I supposed to run a business when my workers are so entirely cheeky?" He reached out and pinched the back of her leg.

"They came in handy for all sorts of things," he said, thinking back to the days in Grimmauld Place. They used them more than once during the war. "I don't know... some old snackboxes... oh, here's one of our eye color changing lollies. Makes them turn puce though. We need to work on that."

"I just got rid of my cats. I can't imagine puppies. You're a brave woman." George grinned as he pulled a few more items out of the box. "Ben's great. But at this point in my life I'm more concerned with the act that gets you to the baby, than the actual baby."

[shh_megan]

She yelped when he pinched her leg and swatted at him, but grinned. "That is something I wonder on a daily basis," she teased. "But that I remembered that 'cheeky' was most likely in the job description, so I stop worrying about it

[shh_george]

"Yes, it was, but it was at the bottom in small print and we didn't think anyone would see it," he answered at once. "Don't know why you never used any of the snackboxes. Dead useful, they are. And I've found that the world gets ready awfully damn quick when a new idea is brought forth. Especially if the packaging is pretty

[shh_megan]

"Too bad for you I was a Hufflepuff. We always pay attention to detail. Part of the 'hard working' appelation." She rolled her eyes. "Another reason why I never used the snackboxes. It seemed too much like cheating." She purposefully kept her voice proper, but ruined it by snickering before too long

[shh_george]

"It wasn't cheating," he said in mock offense. "We never cheat. Unless it is warranted. And in History of Magic it was warranted as death by boredom is a terrible way to die. Hence, no cheating."

Glaring, he reached out and thumped her on her arm. "Prat. The names sucked, yes. And Ron's just all around better for them." He glanced over at her as she mentioned his brother. "Percy?? You want to give him a puppy? What'd that puppy ever do to you?"

George grinned and slipped his arm around her. "I would not. I'd go buy a new set of dress robes and start planning my bachelor party. Man. I'm excited about that party." He squeezed her against him before letting go. "Yes, love, it is a very good think you have better sense than that."

[shh_megan]

Megan rolled her eyes, and gave a little playful snort of disbelief. "Of course not," she agreed, with a mock serious look on her face. "And History of Magic wasn't so bad, if you knew how to read between the lines. I like history." And didn't she sound boring. Merlin help her

[shh_george]

"History of Magic was a notoriously boring class. Didn't matter what house you were in. Binns was enough to kill anyone, whether you could read between the lines or not."

He shrugged, going back to tossing stuff in the bin. "Might not be very nice, but it's warranted. Trust me." He pulled out a large piece of plastic and looked at it before tossing it in with the rest of the rubbish. "And the names were crap. Stop teasing me."

George grinned playfully. "I'd look fabulous in anything. But Lockhart was a prat, and I wouldn't trust him to dress me."

Looking around the shop, he shrugged. "I guess in the back room. We dont' have very many orders at the moment. You're doing a brilliant job where you were."