Rp: Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes
Characters: Ron Weasley, and Open
Location:WWW Shop, Diagon Alley
Date: September 13, 1999, Saturday, mid day
Status/Warning: Pg-13 langugae maybe
Summary: Ron is working in the shop with George
Completion: In progress
He could hear George making a sale, and there were only a few people in the shop today. So far, sales had been these last few weeks, since school had started back up but neither George nor Ron had been surprised. They had put their heads together to plan out some new harvest toys, and then there was All Saints Day, just around the corner. It was another one of their best sales times; people came in to buy all sorts of decorations, and tricks to play on costumed visitors.
The shop window was full of the best gags that worked: exploding candy that made little sparklers, Muggle magic tricks, edible Dark Marks to pass out to the trick-or-treaters and joke cauldrons to load with treats and surprise the kiddies who'd reach in to grab one. The headless hats had been a popular costume idea and were featured on a mannequin that moved its arms about and had wailed. When a customer walked into the shop, they were dive bombed by flying bats (these spelled plastic things that moved), leaping spiders (a gag that Ron actually preferred they didn't sell but were too popular to not have) and wailing gnomes (little plastic toys that moved and popped out of all sorts of small spaces. They came in a pack of 6, 12 or 24 to hide about the house.) There was eeiry music playing, and a few transparent ghosts and banshees (copies of some of Hogwarts favorites) floating in the air and whispering little sayings. One corner of the room had the exploding candy, sending sparks out in a darkened corner to show off the various patterns and colors they created.
Different colored candies made different shapped explosions: the ones that looked like chocolate made a dog shapped sparkler pop that barked, while the pink one made a cat shape. If the candies popped at the same time, the dog would chase the cat around until the vanished into air. The best one of the bunch was the black licorice looking candy that made a huge snake that hissed and struck out. While some were more whimsical and the others more terrifying, all were designed to be passed out to unsuspecting kids.
Ron had just finished re-stocking the Wildfire Whiz-Bangs; they had seemed a popular purchase over the last few days as people seemed to be getting ready for the October festivities. Ron used his wand to clean up the remaining items, and walked them into the storeroom. Once there, he grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice from a small crisper they had under the work shelf. The storeroom was an L shaped space, with a table and chairs, a higher counter running alond the right side for working on projects, and in the corner of the L, a fireplace for easy access to the Floo network. The far wall was shelving from floor to ceiling, with the products all pre-packaged, ready to go. Upstairs, in the work room, was the majority of the inventory.
Ron passed through the curtain, and moved to the counter, a bobble headed model of Gwen Jones in Harpie attire in his hands, with pumpkin juice, some tools and a paper. He was going to work on perfecting the Harpie team first, and then move on to the others. He had a copy of the Daily Prophet, Gwen Jones caught on camera; she did not look amused in the photo and Ron had thought that her expression would make a good doll face- she looked like a mean Harpie Quidditch player. As he approach the counter, George nodded to him, and stretched out as much as he could on the stool.
"Well, if it slows down much more, do you even want me to stick around?" Ron asked him as he set his model on the counter with his wand and some carving tools, "I can always work on this stuff upstairs."
George only shurgged his answer, and moved to let Ron have the stool. Ron took his brother's spot, and focused his attention on the five inch tall doll on the counter. He had thought about having it animate and move more, but George had said the bobble was best. Simple and clean. Ron was so focused, he barely noticed the empty store.
Location:WWW Shop, Diagon Alley
Date: September 13, 1999, Saturday, mid day
Status/Warning: Pg-13 langugae maybe
Summary: Ron is working in the shop with George
Completion: In progress
He could hear George making a sale, and there were only a few people in the shop today. So far, sales had been these last few weeks, since school had started back up but neither George nor Ron had been surprised. They had put their heads together to plan out some new harvest toys, and then there was All Saints Day, just around the corner. It was another one of their best sales times; people came in to buy all sorts of decorations, and tricks to play on costumed visitors.
The shop window was full of the best gags that worked: exploding candy that made little sparklers, Muggle magic tricks, edible Dark Marks to pass out to the trick-or-treaters and joke cauldrons to load with treats and surprise the kiddies who'd reach in to grab one. The headless hats had been a popular costume idea and were featured on a mannequin that moved its arms about and had wailed. When a customer walked into the shop, they were dive bombed by flying bats (these spelled plastic things that moved), leaping spiders (a gag that Ron actually preferred they didn't sell but were too popular to not have) and wailing gnomes (little plastic toys that moved and popped out of all sorts of small spaces. They came in a pack of 6, 12 or 24 to hide about the house.) There was eeiry music playing, and a few transparent ghosts and banshees (copies of some of Hogwarts favorites) floating in the air and whispering little sayings. One corner of the room had the exploding candy, sending sparks out in a darkened corner to show off the various patterns and colors they created.
Different colored candies made different shapped explosions: the ones that looked like chocolate made a dog shapped sparkler pop that barked, while the pink one made a cat shape. If the candies popped at the same time, the dog would chase the cat around until the vanished into air. The best one of the bunch was the black licorice looking candy that made a huge snake that hissed and struck out. While some were more whimsical and the others more terrifying, all were designed to be passed out to unsuspecting kids.
Ron had just finished re-stocking the Wildfire Whiz-Bangs; they had seemed a popular purchase over the last few days as people seemed to be getting ready for the October festivities. Ron used his wand to clean up the remaining items, and walked them into the storeroom. Once there, he grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice from a small crisper they had under the work shelf. The storeroom was an L shaped space, with a table and chairs, a higher counter running alond the right side for working on projects, and in the corner of the L, a fireplace for easy access to the Floo network. The far wall was shelving from floor to ceiling, with the products all pre-packaged, ready to go. Upstairs, in the work room, was the majority of the inventory.
Ron passed through the curtain, and moved to the counter, a bobble headed model of Gwen Jones in Harpie attire in his hands, with pumpkin juice, some tools and a paper. He was going to work on perfecting the Harpie team first, and then move on to the others. He had a copy of the Daily Prophet, Gwen Jones caught on camera; she did not look amused in the photo and Ron had thought that her expression would make a good doll face- she looked like a mean Harpie Quidditch player. As he approach the counter, George nodded to him, and stretched out as much as he could on the stool.
"Well, if it slows down much more, do you even want me to stick around?" Ron asked him as he set his model on the counter with his wand and some carving tools, "I can always work on this stuff upstairs."
George only shurgged his answer, and moved to let Ron have the stool. Ron took his brother's spot, and focused his attention on the five inch tall doll on the counter. He had thought about having it animate and move more, but George had said the bobble was best. Simple and clean. Ron was so focused, he barely noticed the empty store.