Lacey got to the store slightly earlier Thursday morning, earlier than she usually did. When she unlocked the door to the building, she noticed a small red envelope on the floor. She bent down, picking up the envelope. She opened the small envelope and inside were 30 galleons, the exact amount she would have lost out yesterday.
She knew exactly who had left that there. She felt her body fill with rage. Did they really think that was okay? Go flaunting their money about like that made everything better, like it didn't have an impact on her family business at all. She was going to give them a piece of her mind.
Lacey flipped the store sign to closed again and stormed over the road. She pushed their shop door, but they weren't open yet. She banged on the door loudly, making sure they heard. Lacey heard the bolt on the door slide and was met with a smiley, tall ginger.
She barged her way through, pushing past him. "Morning." He chuckled, confused as to what was happening.
"Do you really think this makes it all better?" She waved the envelope in front of his face. "You're a massive dick. Flaunting all your money around definitely doesn't make it any better." She chucked the envelope at him.
"I was just trying to help." She heard a voice from behind her, making her jump. It was the other one.
"Well, you thought wrong. Take all of your fucking money and shove it up your arse." Lacey turned back to the other twin, and his eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his head. "Tell your mother she brought up two spoilt rotten brats." She yelled before exiting the shop. The twins stood there, stunned and completely confused about what had just happened.
Lacey spent the entire day cleaning up the shop after the night before. The weird dead animal smell still lingered in the air. She hated those ginger brats with every bone in her body. She tried to think of ways to get them back that would catch them off guard. It was hard to think of things that would catch them off guard, as their business was based around pranks and being petty.
She even went as far as asking Chris for help. He told her there was no use when it came to them two, they'd definitely see it coming. "I know, I just want to get those privilege fuckers back. They can't just go through life like they can do whatever they want."
Just then an owl started pecking at the window. It was where they took in delivery orders. It surprised Lacey and Chris. They hadn't got a big order by owl for months.
Lacey walked over to the window, opening it. She took the order list from the owl and passed the owl a treat, sending it on its way. She unravelled the small piece of paper; the order was huge. It had everything from doughnuts to pumpkin filled pastries to chocolate eclairs and even profiteroles. Lacey couldn't believe the massive order.
"Chris, this is huge." Lacey smiled. "This could honestly help us get back on our feet." She glanced down and the due date for the order was for tomorrow. A few months ago that wouldn't have been a problem. They always had their baked goods ready to go, but they had stopped making so many because of the lack of customers. She couldn't possibly get that order done for tomorrow.
"Lacey, we couldn't possibly do that in time, we would only be able to fulfil the sweet part of the order." Chris and Lacey's expressions changed from excited to heartbroken.
"Oh." Lacey sat down, she'd have to contact the customer and let them down. "Chris, you might as well head home. I'll just contact them and lock up."
"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Chris asked whilst hanging up his apron.
"No, it's fine." She gave him a weak smile. Lacey was heartbroken. She had missed being so busy in the kitchen.
"See you tomorrow." He waved, heading into the front of the store.
Once Chris had left, Lacey looked at the order list for a moment, a long moment. They hadn't had this type of order in such a long time. They needed this. It just wouldn't be possible to do it in time. Of course, magic came in handy, but they hand made most of their products. That was a guarantee, authentic muggle recipes.
Lacey could definitely get the sweets together and make the wizard recipe treats in time. She continued to stare at the order. She could do it. It would mean she wouldn't get any sleep and she would be on a strict schedule, but it could get done.
Screw it. She was going to do it; she was going to fulfil this huge order on her own. They needed this order. She quickly got to work finding all the ingredients and equipment to start all the baked goods. She set up the recipes she could with magic and began to work on the muggle recipes.
Darkness soon turned to light, and Lacey hadn't even noticed. She had been working around the clock to get this order completed. She knew how happy it would make her father to see them finally make an order this big again.
She hadn't even noticed Chris coming through the door; she was too focused on pipping the chocolate onto the chocolate eclairs.
"Lacey? What are you doing?" Chris was confused. The kitchen was a mess. There were pots and pans in the air cleaning, jam boiling on the stove, muffins and donuts laid out perfectly in white boxes cooling. The room smelt incredible.
"I am just finishing up that order." Lacey smiled, looking up from her work. She was exhausted, but extremely proud of herself. She had almost done it.
"This is incredible Lacey, you're amazing." Chris smiled in complete shock.
"I know." Lacey laughed, finishing the last chocolate éclair.
"What can I do to help finish up the order?" Chris asked, closing up the white boxes of baked goods.
"I still need to sort out the sweet portion of the order. It would be great if you could finish that."
"Sure, where's the order form?"
"It's on the table over there." Lacey looked over to the small white table that was filled with jam tarts and profiteroles. "I'm sure it's under there somewhere." She laughed going back to work.
Chris waked over to the table, carefully moving the treats to the side to find the important order. "Found it!" Chris shouted once he had spotted the small piece of paper. He read the list. It was longer than he had remembered. There were little check marks next to each treat Lacey had completed. He still couldn't believe she had managed this all on her own.
He got to the end of the order where they listed off the sweet part of the order. Chris was ready to go and get everything ready when he noticed something. Something that was a little off. The order name was under Potter, the only Potter that came to mind was Harry Potter, and Chris knew Harry was a very close family friend of the Weasley's. The Weasleys that were located across the road that were in the middle of a prank war with Lacey.
"Um Lacey?" He did not know how he was going to break it to her.
"Yes?" She asked, looking up from packing away the eclairs.
"This order is under Potter."
"Yeah?" She let out a soft chuckle.
"The only Potter I can think of is Harry Potter. A-and he's friends with the Weasley's." He struggled to tell her.
"So?" She was confused about what he meant.
"Well, don't you think this is just a joke that the Weasley's have put together?" Lacey quickly stopped what she was doing. Shit, what if he was right? What if this was just another prank? They were the horrible type of people that would do this.
Why would someone who has never been to the store before order such a large order without ever trying anything? Chris was right, this was just a massive prank. She felt her heart drop; she had worked so hard to make this order and it was just a big game.
She wanted to cry, scream, and kill those Weasley twins.
Lacey quickly packed up a large box and filled it with all the different types of baked goods she had made. She was going to confront them. She wasn't going to let this slide. Lacey grabbed the box and stormed through the store.
"Lacey, where are you going?!" Chris shouted after her. She ignored him, carrying on her way to the joke store across the road.
Lacey banged on the door. She heard the bolt unlock and the bell chime as the door opened. She barged past the twin that opened the door.
Both twins stood there tired, giving her looks of confusion. She took a glance at both of the twins, then opened the box filled with treats. "I know that stupid order was made by you two." She grabbed one of the muffins and threw it to the floor, stepping on it and smashing it into the floor. "Do you really take me for an idiot?" She grabbed another, throwing it to the ground.
"Stop!" One of them shouted, trying to take the box off of her from her grip.
"Was it or wasn't it you?" Lacey asked, demanding an answer. She needed to know if all her hard work had been for nothing. She had a little hope at the back of her head Chris was wrong and this was a real order.
"It was." The other one mumbled. He couldn't meet her gaze. He was guilty.
"Of course!" She yelled, flailing her arms in the air. "Fuck you!" She yelled, throwing the box in the air. Cakes went flying everywhere, causing a massive mess in the joke store. Chris had been right. These twins were pure evil. "You two are the worst people I have ever met, don't you ever step foot in my store again, don't order, don't talk to me and don't even look at that store ever again!" She shouted, pointing at the pink store located across the road.
"We're sorry we-" One of them tried to apologise, but Lacey didn't want to hear it.
"Don't fucking apologise." Lacey stormed out of the shop, slamming their door shut behind her. She quickly made her way back over the road, on the verge of tears. Lacey had spent the whole night making those. She had lost out on 232 Galleons for all of that, all especially and freshly made for that pretend order.