Stephanie strolled into her house somewhere between eleven to midnight. She flipped off her Vans, put her cell phone in the basket on the table by the door, and walked into the kitchen. She found her mother cleaning something in the kitchen sink. Stephanie could tell she was worried because her mother was about to burn a whole through what she could now tell was a pan.
" Hi, Mum." she said. Her mother whirled around and put her hands on her hips.
" Stephanie Nicole! You were supposed to be in this house by ten! You weren't at that dingy shop again, were you?" she asked, turning back to the sink to clean the pan.
" It took me longer. I finally met the owner." she said. Her mother dropped the pan, which made a loud clank as it landed on the metallic surface.
" WHAT?! Oh, great! Now we're in trouble! We're going to get sued!" she said. She began to pace around the room, until Stephanie stopped her.
" No, we won't. He's nice. He's going to reopen a week from now, which means I might not be around even more. I'm tired. Night, Mum." she said and kissed her mother's cheek. Stephanie walked down the dimly lit hallway to the second room on the left. She passed by her little sister's room and shut the door, then began to proceed to hers.
Her room was a good size, painted green, with posters of the American Tim Burton movies such as Bettlejuice, the Nightmare Before Christmas, and the Corpse Bride. She took off her jeans and shirt and slipped into her blue ducky boxers and green tanktop. She slipped into her queen sized bed, under the green and black covers. Soon enough, she fell asleep, thinking of George.
" George? George? GEORGE!" Ginny shouted. He shot up in bed, hitting his head on hers. He collapsed back down while she fell to the floor.
" Oh, dear GOD! That hurt!" Ginny screamed. She got back up and sat on the other bed. George sat back up, too, rubbing his forehead.
" Ow. What's up?" he asked.
" Get up." she replied and stumbled out of the room.
" God, this whole not-knocking thing is rubbish." George muttered to himself. He rolled out of bed and walked down the steps, still holding his head. They all sat down to eat and when they were done, George stood up and ran back up the stairs. He came down a couple minutes later, dressed in jeans and a tee.
" Alrighty, gotta go. Um...you guys will come tomorrow." he said, pointing to Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione and Apparated out.
He landed in the shop, this time on the bottom floor. It was much cleaner, he could tell. Then he wondered how. He hadn't cleaned it. Who had? He looked around and saw Stephanie, sitting on the counter, playing with her cell phone. She was wearing short shorts (it was hot) and a tanktop, with a pair of Adidas slip-ons over a pair of green and black socks.
" Hi...again." George said. She looked up and blindly finished with her cell phone before tucking in her pocket. She hopped off the counter and went over to the ex-Pygmy puff area.
" I wanted to ask you something. I need a job, I have got to move out. You're gonna need help once this place is up and running and to redecorate. I was hoping that, maybe, you would hire me to help you. You know, cleaning, organizing, cashiering. Of course, that's only if you even want my help." She looked down at her hands again and George walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders.
" Of course." he said. She lit up and a wide, crooked smile spread across her face.
" Well, we best get started, huh?"
AN: Thanks for the reviews you guys! And no thanks to the losers who didn't review! JKJKJKJKLOLOLOL! But seriously. Anyways, um, writer's block, kind of, but it will continue! STAY TUNED! COMMERCIAL BREAK!