Not According To Plan
Disclaimer: All of the characters, with the exception of Jordyn and Adrienne, belong to J.K. Rowling.
Remember those plans you made for your future when you were twelve? You were going to move out the minute you turned seventeen, live in your own apartment with your best friend, own a bazillion cats, and stay up until one a.m. eating ice cream every night. I had those plans too, but then you go and turn sixteen and realize that there is no way in the world you will be ready to move out when you are seventeen, so you make new plans. Move out when you are eighteen, never miss a party, become a singing sensation, and make millions of galleons. But then you wake up and realize that you can't carry a tune to save your soul. There goes that plan. On to plan number three, live on your own, own your own clothing line, and be one of the most sought after dress designers in the entire wizarding world. But you see the pattern here; nothing ever goes according to plan.
So here I am, twenty three, and I have none of the above. I don't live in my own apartment with my best friend; I live with my two older brothers; I don't own my own clothing line; I work as a journalist for Teen Witch and a cashier at Fred and George's store. I don't stay up until one a.m. eating ice cream every night because (1) I hardly have enough energy to stay awake until eight p.m. let alone one and (2) do you know how many calories are in ice cream? There is no million galleon pay check, but I can't complain with the one I have. It could be worse. So my life didn't go according to plan, but I don't think anyone's ever does. What happened next though, that wasn't even a consideration let alone a plan.
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"Hey, Gin," George called from the back room of WWW. "Would you mind running down to Honeydukes?"
"Why?" I moaned. This day was a complete waste. We had a total of three people come in the store, two of which were just asking for directions. But still, I was comfortable sitting on my stool behind the counter, working on my next piece for Teen Witch, "Holland Team Chaser Spills Her Beauty Secrets."
"We need more lollipops for testing our shocker pop. It zaps you when you bite it." Fred smiled.
"I don't want to. You go."
"Hey we let you move in with us." They reminded me. That was their excuse for everything. Ginny, could you run to the market? We let you move in with us. Ginny, could you help with an extra shift at the store? We let you move in with us.
About a month ago, I realized that I could no longer live at the burrow. I was the only single Weasley child still living there but it was as chaotic as ever. Ron and Hermione had moved in, so that Hermione would have company while Ron is away with the team; that's right, he plays keeper for the Chudley Cannons. Plus, Mum watches Bill's kids during the day, and believe me I love my niece and nephews but if they drew a picture of a dragon on one more of my reports, I would have to put a full body bind on them. So I decided it was time to move out. Of course, Mum begged me to stay; she didn't think I was ready to live on my own. I think if she had it her way, my hair would still be in pigtails and we would have tea parties with all of my teddy bears. So she came up with the brilliant idea that I move in with Fred and George. It seemed like a great plan at first, don't tell Ron I said this but they're my favourite brothers. They needed someone to help at the store and I needed to get Mum off my back. So I moved in.
"Please Ginny?"
"Fine, Fred!" I said, giving in like they knew I would.
Honeydukes was a fair walk away from WWW but I didn't mind. There was that crisp smell of autumn leaves, a million times better than the burnt lollipop smell in the store. God I love my brothers, but they sure have some dumb ideas, like electrocuting lollipops for instance.
"Oh, Ginny darling, I heard about your break-up. I always knew you could do better than jerk though. So how are you doing these days?" The storeowner, Mrs. Clark, asked.
"Can't complain," I answered. No reason to bother the old lady with my long list complaints. I was just dumped by my boyfriend of three years, I live with my older brothers, I have no social life, I am now the guinea pig for most of Fred and George's experiments, I still can't sing.......
"Could I get two bags of lollipops?"
Mrs. Clark smiled. "What are you and your brothers preparing for trick and treat tomorrow night? George, or maybe it was Fred, no George, oh I don't know, anyway one of you brothers was down here earlier and he bought six boxes of lollipops. You guys must be expecting lots to come."
"Yeah," Like, whatever. I wasn't staying home waiting for some kid to ring the doorbell for candy. There aren't many kids in our neighbourhood who are even old enough to trick or treat. I was going to the annual Hogsmeade Halloween Dance with Hermione, Ron, Oliver, Fred, George, some other people I didn't really know and Fred's girlfriend, Jordyn. I didn't have a date, but at least I wasn't the only one.
The store smelled worse when I returned. George was finishing up with a customer and Fred was behind the desk on my stool with a bag of ice on his tongue.
"Which flavour do you like better?" George asked. "Blue raspberry or cherry berry?"
"We'd tied bodth," Fred said with a swollen tongue. I think he meant we tried both.
"I don't care. They both smell bad when they are burnt." I snapped, the smell was giving me a headache.
"Ooh, you bought green apple!" George exclaimed. "Fred we didn't try this one!"
"My tongud stillth hurths." Fred moaned, but he followed him back none the less.
~*~*~
"Fred, what happened to your tongue?" Jordyn asked, looking at him, grossed out.
"Our lollipops work." George answered happily.
"I burnth it." He muttered.
"He electrocuted himself with a lollipop." I explained.
Jordyn shook her head, causing her long dark brown hair to fall in her face. She was tall and slender, with bright blue eyes and a ton of freckles. She was a nice person, very friendly and the most impatient person in the world. Her only downside was the fact that she was a muggle. She didn't understand most of the things in the wizarding world, which led to someone constantly explaining everything to her. Walking through the town with her was like going on a freaking tour; Fred explaining everything. I would have thought that it annoyed him because it sure annoyed George and I, but he didn't seem to mind. "Whose brilliant idea was that?" she asked Fred.
"Mind," he replied sheepishly.
"You're such a cute moron." She smiled, and then picked up a bag off the floor. "Ginny, will you help me with my costume?"
I nodded and followed her back to my room. When she pulled out her costume, I nearly died laughing. "What?" she asked, looking back and forth from me to the costume.
"You bought a witch costume?" I giggled. "To go to a Halloween party thrown by witches and wizards?"
Jordyn looked petrified. "Oh, god, Ginny I wasn't thinking. I just picked out this costume because it was pretty."
"Sorry," I apologized for laughing, I just couldn't stop. "But this is priceless."
"What am I going to do?" she moaned.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. "We have an hour and half before we have to be there. I might know someone who can help us."
"Where are we going?" Jordyn asked as I dragged her down the hall. "Are we going by floo? Cause I really don't like the floo."
"Do you want to go as a witch?" I asked her pulling her into the fireplace with me.
"Adrienne!" I called, as we tumbled out of the fireplace. Adrienne, my boss and close friend, looked up from her desk. "I have a dilemma."
"Where are we?" Jordyn asked, gazing around my office at Teen Witch.
"What's with the muggle?" Adrienne was never known for her subtly.
"How did you know I was a muggle?" Jordyn asked even more amazed at that than the floo.
"Because sweetie, most witches get bored with the floo. Apparation is so much more convenient." Adrienne explained as she applied more candy corn lip balm, the only flavour she ever used, to her lips. "I have an interview with that adorable new coach from Puddlemere United." She added.
"What is apparition?" Jordyn asked, confused.
Adrienne opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "Another time, Jor. We have limited time before this party."
"Ooh, a party," Adrienne squealed. Then her face fell. "I have to meet this coach, darn."
"It's a costume party," I explained. "And Jordyn here didn't bring a costume."
"I brought a costume," Jordyn hissed. "It just wasn't –"
"Not now," I shushed her. Adrienne wasn't the most receptive of muggles and this stunt would give her ammunition for weeks if she heard about it.
"Well, you came to the right person. Adrienne, head of wardrobe, at your service." She said with a fake smile. "Let's get moving. Coach Scott and I have a meeting in twenty minutes."
I must admit for Adrienne not liking muggles at all, she made Jordyn look drop dead gorgeous. She had found the Halloween costumes that were used in the September issue photo shoot. Although Jordyn fell in love with this muggle Hippie costume, Adrienne insisted that she looked better in this awesome lavender princess gown.
"Now, you two, scoot. I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. I know about the fashionably late rule but this is pushing it." Adrienne said, handing Jordyn a bag with shoes and a tiara. "Ginny, you so owe me for this."
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How do you like it so far? Please, please review. I hope to have the next chapter up real soon.
Thanks for reading,
Simple plan gc fan
Disclaimer: All of the characters, with the exception of Jordyn and Adrienne, belong to J.K. Rowling.
Remember those plans you made for your future when you were twelve? You were going to move out the minute you turned seventeen, live in your own apartment with your best friend, own a bazillion cats, and stay up until one a.m. eating ice cream every night. I had those plans too, but then you go and turn sixteen and realize that there is no way in the world you will be ready to move out when you are seventeen, so you make new plans. Move out when you are eighteen, never miss a party, become a singing sensation, and make millions of galleons. But then you wake up and realize that you can't carry a tune to save your soul. There goes that plan. On to plan number three, live on your own, own your own clothing line, and be one of the most sought after dress designers in the entire wizarding world. But you see the pattern here; nothing ever goes according to plan.
So here I am, twenty three, and I have none of the above. I don't live in my own apartment with my best friend; I live with my two older brothers; I don't own my own clothing line; I work as a journalist for Teen Witch and a cashier at Fred and George's store. I don't stay up until one a.m. eating ice cream every night because (1) I hardly have enough energy to stay awake until eight p.m. let alone one and (2) do you know how many calories are in ice cream? There is no million galleon pay check, but I can't complain with the one I have. It could be worse. So my life didn't go according to plan, but I don't think anyone's ever does. What happened next though, that wasn't even a consideration let alone a plan.
~*~
"Hey, Gin," George called from the back room of WWW. "Would you mind running down to Honeydukes?"
"Why?" I moaned. This day was a complete waste. We had a total of three people come in the store, two of which were just asking for directions. But still, I was comfortable sitting on my stool behind the counter, working on my next piece for Teen Witch, "Holland Team Chaser Spills Her Beauty Secrets."
"We need more lollipops for testing our shocker pop. It zaps you when you bite it." Fred smiled.
"I don't want to. You go."
"Hey we let you move in with us." They reminded me. That was their excuse for everything. Ginny, could you run to the market? We let you move in with us. Ginny, could you help with an extra shift at the store? We let you move in with us.
About a month ago, I realized that I could no longer live at the burrow. I was the only single Weasley child still living there but it was as chaotic as ever. Ron and Hermione had moved in, so that Hermione would have company while Ron is away with the team; that's right, he plays keeper for the Chudley Cannons. Plus, Mum watches Bill's kids during the day, and believe me I love my niece and nephews but if they drew a picture of a dragon on one more of my reports, I would have to put a full body bind on them. So I decided it was time to move out. Of course, Mum begged me to stay; she didn't think I was ready to live on my own. I think if she had it her way, my hair would still be in pigtails and we would have tea parties with all of my teddy bears. So she came up with the brilliant idea that I move in with Fred and George. It seemed like a great plan at first, don't tell Ron I said this but they're my favourite brothers. They needed someone to help at the store and I needed to get Mum off my back. So I moved in.
"Please Ginny?"
"Fine, Fred!" I said, giving in like they knew I would.
Honeydukes was a fair walk away from WWW but I didn't mind. There was that crisp smell of autumn leaves, a million times better than the burnt lollipop smell in the store. God I love my brothers, but they sure have some dumb ideas, like electrocuting lollipops for instance.
"Oh, Ginny darling, I heard about your break-up. I always knew you could do better than jerk though. So how are you doing these days?" The storeowner, Mrs. Clark, asked.
"Can't complain," I answered. No reason to bother the old lady with my long list complaints. I was just dumped by my boyfriend of three years, I live with my older brothers, I have no social life, I am now the guinea pig for most of Fred and George's experiments, I still can't sing.......
"Could I get two bags of lollipops?"
Mrs. Clark smiled. "What are you and your brothers preparing for trick and treat tomorrow night? George, or maybe it was Fred, no George, oh I don't know, anyway one of you brothers was down here earlier and he bought six boxes of lollipops. You guys must be expecting lots to come."
"Yeah," Like, whatever. I wasn't staying home waiting for some kid to ring the doorbell for candy. There aren't many kids in our neighbourhood who are even old enough to trick or treat. I was going to the annual Hogsmeade Halloween Dance with Hermione, Ron, Oliver, Fred, George, some other people I didn't really know and Fred's girlfriend, Jordyn. I didn't have a date, but at least I wasn't the only one.
The store smelled worse when I returned. George was finishing up with a customer and Fred was behind the desk on my stool with a bag of ice on his tongue.
"Which flavour do you like better?" George asked. "Blue raspberry or cherry berry?"
"We'd tied bodth," Fred said with a swollen tongue. I think he meant we tried both.
"I don't care. They both smell bad when they are burnt." I snapped, the smell was giving me a headache.
"Ooh, you bought green apple!" George exclaimed. "Fred we didn't try this one!"
"My tongud stillth hurths." Fred moaned, but he followed him back none the less.
~*~*~
"Fred, what happened to your tongue?" Jordyn asked, looking at him, grossed out.
"Our lollipops work." George answered happily.
"I burnth it." He muttered.
"He electrocuted himself with a lollipop." I explained.
Jordyn shook her head, causing her long dark brown hair to fall in her face. She was tall and slender, with bright blue eyes and a ton of freckles. She was a nice person, very friendly and the most impatient person in the world. Her only downside was the fact that she was a muggle. She didn't understand most of the things in the wizarding world, which led to someone constantly explaining everything to her. Walking through the town with her was like going on a freaking tour; Fred explaining everything. I would have thought that it annoyed him because it sure annoyed George and I, but he didn't seem to mind. "Whose brilliant idea was that?" she asked Fred.
"Mind," he replied sheepishly.
"You're such a cute moron." She smiled, and then picked up a bag off the floor. "Ginny, will you help me with my costume?"
I nodded and followed her back to my room. When she pulled out her costume, I nearly died laughing. "What?" she asked, looking back and forth from me to the costume.
"You bought a witch costume?" I giggled. "To go to a Halloween party thrown by witches and wizards?"
Jordyn looked petrified. "Oh, god, Ginny I wasn't thinking. I just picked out this costume because it was pretty."
"Sorry," I apologized for laughing, I just couldn't stop. "But this is priceless."
"What am I going to do?" she moaned.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. "We have an hour and half before we have to be there. I might know someone who can help us."
"Where are we going?" Jordyn asked as I dragged her down the hall. "Are we going by floo? Cause I really don't like the floo."
"Do you want to go as a witch?" I asked her pulling her into the fireplace with me.
"Adrienne!" I called, as we tumbled out of the fireplace. Adrienne, my boss and close friend, looked up from her desk. "I have a dilemma."
"Where are we?" Jordyn asked, gazing around my office at Teen Witch.
"What's with the muggle?" Adrienne was never known for her subtly.
"How did you know I was a muggle?" Jordyn asked even more amazed at that than the floo.
"Because sweetie, most witches get bored with the floo. Apparation is so much more convenient." Adrienne explained as she applied more candy corn lip balm, the only flavour she ever used, to her lips. "I have an interview with that adorable new coach from Puddlemere United." She added.
"What is apparition?" Jordyn asked, confused.
Adrienne opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "Another time, Jor. We have limited time before this party."
"Ooh, a party," Adrienne squealed. Then her face fell. "I have to meet this coach, darn."
"It's a costume party," I explained. "And Jordyn here didn't bring a costume."
"I brought a costume," Jordyn hissed. "It just wasn't –"
"Not now," I shushed her. Adrienne wasn't the most receptive of muggles and this stunt would give her ammunition for weeks if she heard about it.
"Well, you came to the right person. Adrienne, head of wardrobe, at your service." She said with a fake smile. "Let's get moving. Coach Scott and I have a meeting in twenty minutes."
I must admit for Adrienne not liking muggles at all, she made Jordyn look drop dead gorgeous. She had found the Halloween costumes that were used in the September issue photo shoot. Although Jordyn fell in love with this muggle Hippie costume, Adrienne insisted that she looked better in this awesome lavender princess gown.
"Now, you two, scoot. I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. I know about the fashionably late rule but this is pushing it." Adrienne said, handing Jordyn a bag with shoes and a tiara. "Ginny, you so owe me for this."
~*~*~
How do you like it so far? Please, please review. I hope to have the next chapter up real soon.
Thanks for reading,
Simple plan gc fan