Messers Fred and George Weasley have taken over the General Store. It requires a bit of work, however, which is exactly what they’re doing
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"I believe the color comes from the mold," says Tiffany from the doorway, peering upward from beneath the brim of her tall, black hat. "Misters Weasley. I'm Tiffany Aching, Witch of the Chalk."
She was quite businesslike, her booted feet picking through the remaining debris in careful, precise steps. "You two are wizards, but not of the Disc. I think I might have some use for your skills, then."
They don't have pointy hats, which is a give away. Nothing as blown up, also, which is a point in their favor.
Fred glances over when the girl walks in, staring pointedly and unashamed at her hat--a witch was she? He gives a wave of his wand to fix a crack in the ceiling before turning back to give full attention.
"Does it really? I thought someone chose to mix natural grimy tones with a dreary old brown in pure bad taste."
George shoots his twin a look before turning back to Tiffany, giving her an exaggerated bow. "It's a pleasure, Tiffany. And we do plan on brightening up the place a bit before opening."
First impressions being everything, he does have to give her credit for such an imposing hat. But there's a minor detail she's left out in calling them out that George feels he must correct. "Highly skilled wizards, yes. What can we do for you?"
"I imagine that you do. Bright, warm colors, no? Inviting," she says. As if she couldn't get that these two were as flamboyant as the average Disc wizard! She walked around, giving the place a firm look -- too much magic was at use, but that wasn't something she could argue with right now. They did tings their way, and she'd have to work with thme on that to get what she wanted done.
"I think that you're on the right track, gentleman, and I wish to propose a that we be very good neighbors to each other, as we might benefit from one another, and in turn, benefit this ragtag steading," she said, gesturing as it to encompass all the barracks. "Might you hear my proposal, gentleman?"
In Danny's experience, there were some things that were never good sign. Mysterious flashing lights were one of them.
He ducks out of sight for a moment to transform, before quickly making his way into the building through the wall. And stops short in surprise at the familiar faces.
George gives Danny a smile and a wave with his wand that doubles as scraping some leftover wallpaper and burning it in a flame that quickly turns to a lovely shade of blue.
"Dreadfully boring place. It's no surprise that business here went sour," Fred grins, levitating a chair into the air before fixing one of its broken legs.
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She was quite businesslike, her booted feet picking through the remaining debris in careful, precise steps. "You two are wizards, but not of the Disc. I think I might have some use for your skills, then."
They don't have pointy hats, which is a give away. Nothing as blown up, also, which is a point in their favor.
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"Does it really? I thought someone chose to mix natural grimy tones with a dreary old brown in pure bad taste."
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First impressions being everything, he does have to give her credit for such an imposing hat. But there's a minor detail she's left out in calling them out that George feels he must correct. "Highly skilled wizards, yes. What can we do for you?"
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"I think that you're on the right track, gentleman, and I wish to propose a that we be very good neighbors to each other, as we might benefit from one another, and in turn, benefit this ragtag steading," she said, gesturing as it to encompass all the barracks. "Might you hear my proposal, gentleman?"
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He ducks out of sight for a moment to transform, before quickly making his way into the building through the wall. And stops short in surprise at the familiar faces.
"...What are you doing?"
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"Redecorating."
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"That much I could figure out."
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"Good decor is instrumental to success."
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