A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Word count: 439
"This is broken. I wish to speak to the manager immediately!" The witch's voice echoed through the shop.
"I think she means you, Gred."
"No, no, she obviously means you, Forge."
"Misters Weasley, there's a young lady down here who would like to speak with one of you," Tigra stated, poking her head into the office. The twins exchanged a glance.
"I'll go, but you owe me big time," Fred stated, giving George a look.
"Great," George stated. "I'll deal with the next one," he agreed. Fred slipped out of the office and walked down the stairs. The witch in question was standing at the front counter, a scowl on her dainty face.
"Good afternoon. I'm Fred, how can I help you?"
"Are you the manager?" she asked.
"Even better, I'm one of the owners," he answered. She eyed him, looking him up and down before bursting out laughing. Fred stared at her in shock.
"I'm sorry?" he asked confused.
"Percy said I should come here, raise up a fuss, and demand to speak to a manager. He said his brother was in charge and he'd find it funny," she said. "He didn't mention that the wizard I'd be talking to was going to be so cute."
"Percy sent you? He doesn't have a funny bone in his body."
"He probably thought it would just make you angry," the witch said after a moment. "I'm Orla Quirke by the way. I told Percy it sounded like a stupid prank," she added. Fred smiled.
"It may have been a stupid prank, if you want to call it a prank."
"Percy did, but you're right. He's really not that funny... Funny looking maybe?" Orla suggested, giving Fred a crooked smile. He burst out laughing.
"I love it. Look, since we both think Percy is not funny, and this was a lame prank, want to help me pull a better one?"
"On Percy?" Orla asked. "Because he's already getting another, um, fertilizer sample in his inbox," she laughed. Fred stared at the witch in front of him. He was suddenly very glad he'd gone down. He'd still claim it was a horrid experience, George owing him one was always worth it.
"Of course, we could maybe grab an ice cream cone, talk about Percy's being Percy?" Fred suggested.
"Sounds great, got time now?"
"I can spare some time for a smart little prankster of a witch, let's go," he said, opening the door and leading her outside, smiling. He'd have to thank Percy for setting this up, maybe he'd love one of the Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes new and improved canary cream pies?
