I walked into the store and took a deep breath. I loved my new job at the Weasley joke shop and was happy to have such a good job. Working at the Diagon Alley branch was so fun!

The familiar chaos of the store surrounded me as I opened the shop and restocked the shelves. Then Fred and George Weasley themselves walked in the sunlit room.

"Mattie! Over here!" Fred called. I walked over to them, wondering what they could want. Maybe I was getting fired! Please no, please, please, please…

"You're being promoted," George interrupted my thoughts.

"What?" I asked dumbly, still processing the news that I wasn't being fired.

"You know, promoted… another word for getting more pay and having more work…" George explained like I was an idiot. Come to think of it, I probably was acting like one.

"You are now the manager of the Diagon Alley branch," Fred announced.

"Oh, right! Thanks!" I said, getting more excited as I went on.

"Let's plan to meet at the Leaky Cauldron at 5:30 today to discuss some things," George suggested, still talking to me like I was an idiot.

"Okay, sounds great," I said politely. Then I got a burst of courage, "But you can stop talking to me like that. I'm not a troll. I'm a bit smarter then one and I think a bit more attractive."

Fred laughed and George looked a little put out.

"All right then, see you later," Fred said, trying to stop laughing since George was glaring at him.

They left and I went back to working at the store.

"Wait! Not working! Managing," I thought happily. I was in such a good mood that I was practically skipping to the Leaky Cauldron. Meanwhile Fred and George were already there…

Fred and George were sitting at a little table in a dark corner.

"Fred! I think Mattie likes me! You saw the way she was staring at me!" George whispered. Fred actually hadn't seen her staring at anyone, and thought George was getting a bit bigheaded, but didn't say so. He just shrugged.

"It kind of freaks me out. I'm going to pull a quick Houdini and you handle the business stuff," George ordered in a whisper.

"Who's Houdini?" Fred asked, but George was already gone.

Surprisingly I bumped into George on the way into the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hi George…" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"What? Oh hi!" He said nervously.

"Have fun… whatever you're doing…" I trailed off, confused. Why was he leaving?

"Ha ha! Yea…" he gave me an attempt at a cheeky grin and hurried away.

"That was weird," I said out loud to myself. Then I waked in and found Fred.

"Hey Fred. What's up with George?" I asked.

"Should I tell her?" wondered Fred. He decided against it.

"Nothing. Stress got to him I guess," Fred answered.

"I guess," I replied. Suddenly Fred jumped under the table.

"What the heck?" I demanded.

"Ssh! Be quiet!" Fred hissed, but it was too late. A girl with long, swinging black hair came over.

"Fred? Is that you?" she asked, ignoring me. Fred came out from under the table.

"Huh? No! Geez Alicia, can't you tell Fred from his brother?" Fred asked.

"He's a good liar," I thought sarcastically.

"Well, George, tell Fred to come see me! I haven't talked to him in ages and I am so tired of it!" she complained. Fred rolled his eyes.

"I might. I might not. Why don't you tell him yourself?" Fred asked.

"Because he always pretends to be GEORGE!" she said menacingly.

"I've got to go to the bathroom!" Fred squeaked, getting up.

Alicia sighed and sat down opposite me. Then she turned her glaring blue eyes on me.

"Who are you?" she asked like I was something she just scraped off her shoe.

"Fred and George's store manager," I replied.

"Oh good! For a second I though you were on a date with my boyfriend, but then I realized that he would never go out with you!" She laughed meanly. Then she flipped her hair and walked away. I got up and ran after her.

"Hey! Just one more thing!" I said happily. I picked up my glass of water and poured it over her mean little head. Ice cold water dripped off her long hair. It was the most satisfying thing I have ever done. I smirked at her and walked back to the table.

She screamed and stomped out of the shop. Fred came back after a couple minutes.

"Where'd Alicia go?" he asked.

"To dry off," I replied mysteriously. He looked like he was about to say something, but closed his mouth.

"Did you? What happened? I mean… You sure are brave," he told me.

"I'm taking that as a compliment," I announced.

That day we sat and drank tea and talked about everything except business.