Marion was fuming when Carrie returned without her money. She slammed her
door angrily and went to bed, hoping that none of the blue stained her
clean sheets. It took her quite a while to fall asleep, and by that time,
she'd made up her mind to march on down to the shop herself.
When she peeked out of her door the next morning, Marion saw no sign of Carrie, and proceeded to dress, wrapping a thick scarf around her face and neck, and slipping on gloves, despite the warm, fall weather. She was still so angry from the night before, that she didn't even bother to eat breakfast.
Marion reached Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Inc. before it was even open. But that didn't stop her. She pounded on the door, through which she could dimly see someone moving around. When they didn't answer, she knocked harder, and finally, annoyed, the worker opened the door. It was the same redheaded man that she'd seen in the bakery the day before.
"Can I [I]help[/I] you?" he asked. Marion was so pissed that she could have slapped him. Her face and hands were blue, she'd wasted good money, missed breakfast, was going to be late on her second day of work, and this jerk was being [I]sarcastic[/I]. She demanded to be let in, and he bowed her inside with mock courtesy. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"
"That's MISS to you, and THIS is the problem!" Marion yanked off her gloves, and pulled hard on one side of her scarf, nearly choking herself. The young man leaned back against the counter casually, his impish green eyes shining with amusement as Marion struggled to reveal her face. "don't [I]smirk[/I] at me- fix it!" The guy yawned and stretched as he surveyed the damage.
"Well. What happened here was obviously a malfunction of one of our Bouncing Berry Blooper Balls... I assume someone didn't aim it at you correctly?"
"What are you talking about? I'm the one that bought it! I want my money back!" The man was obviously confused by this.
"You...bought it and...used it on [I]yourself[/I]?"
"NO you nitwit...! I bought it and used it on my friend, only SHE didn't change colors, [I]I[/I] did! And not the right colors either! Only blue, and only on my face and hands!" She held out her hands for him to examine, rather violently. This guy was getting on her nerves.
Fred Weasley watched the American girl with amusement as she fumed to him about his product. He wasn't worried, things like this happened all the time... the people of Puddlemere just knew to be patient, and eventually the effects would wear off. Nothing that he and his twin brother George made and sold was really dangerous...well, not [I]much[/I] of it was, anyway. He looked at the girl again. She was yelling something about being blue, and was pointing angrily at her face. Boy, did she look good. Maybe he and George should experiment a little more with the BBBBs... (Bouncing Berry Blooper Balls) this could be a marketable party trick. As he scanned her face to see how completely the color covered it, he realized that if she weren't blue, she'd actually be kind of pretty. She had big, round brown eyes, which, under normal circumstances would be wide open, but were currently narrowed with rage. She had freckles splayed across her nose, that had turned deep blue to go with the sky blue of her face, and her thick brown hair was pulled back roughly, probably because she'd been in such a hurry to come down here and yell at him, but it was attractive nonetheless. Suddenly her voice penetrated his thoughts.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
"Er... Yes! Sure, we can give you a ten percent refund, but that's-"
"Ten percent? TEN percent? You have [I]got[/I] to be kidding me. I paid good money for this, and I want it back!" She advanced angrily on him, looking even goofier as her face flushed with anger, causing her to turn purple. Fred found it immensely funny. He liked this chick.
"What's your name?"
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S NOT YOUR POLICY, I- what?"
"What's your name?" he repeated.
"Um...Marion?"
"Um Marion what?"
"...Nicholas..." She was staring at him, confused. He grinned inwardly. Always make the first move, that's what he'd learned over the years. Especially when they're angry. Taking them by surprise is the best way to get dinner.
"I'm Fred Weasley, nice to meet you," he shook her hand exuberantly. "Now, I want you to take this piece of paper on which I am about to write down an address and time, and meet me there tomorrow night." She blinked at him.
"Uh...okay."
"Now, if you'd please, I'm supposed to be opening the store. Have a nice day!" He propelled her towards the door. "Oh, and this should get rid of the blue." He tossed her a bottle of Magical Color Dissolvent, and waved her off.
When she peeked out of her door the next morning, Marion saw no sign of Carrie, and proceeded to dress, wrapping a thick scarf around her face and neck, and slipping on gloves, despite the warm, fall weather. She was still so angry from the night before, that she didn't even bother to eat breakfast.
Marion reached Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Inc. before it was even open. But that didn't stop her. She pounded on the door, through which she could dimly see someone moving around. When they didn't answer, she knocked harder, and finally, annoyed, the worker opened the door. It was the same redheaded man that she'd seen in the bakery the day before.
"Can I [I]help[/I] you?" he asked. Marion was so pissed that she could have slapped him. Her face and hands were blue, she'd wasted good money, missed breakfast, was going to be late on her second day of work, and this jerk was being [I]sarcastic[/I]. She demanded to be let in, and he bowed her inside with mock courtesy. "What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"
"That's MISS to you, and THIS is the problem!" Marion yanked off her gloves, and pulled hard on one side of her scarf, nearly choking herself. The young man leaned back against the counter casually, his impish green eyes shining with amusement as Marion struggled to reveal her face. "don't [I]smirk[/I] at me- fix it!" The guy yawned and stretched as he surveyed the damage.
"Well. What happened here was obviously a malfunction of one of our Bouncing Berry Blooper Balls... I assume someone didn't aim it at you correctly?"
"What are you talking about? I'm the one that bought it! I want my money back!" The man was obviously confused by this.
"You...bought it and...used it on [I]yourself[/I]?"
"NO you nitwit...! I bought it and used it on my friend, only SHE didn't change colors, [I]I[/I] did! And not the right colors either! Only blue, and only on my face and hands!" She held out her hands for him to examine, rather violently. This guy was getting on her nerves.
Fred Weasley watched the American girl with amusement as she fumed to him about his product. He wasn't worried, things like this happened all the time... the people of Puddlemere just knew to be patient, and eventually the effects would wear off. Nothing that he and his twin brother George made and sold was really dangerous...well, not [I]much[/I] of it was, anyway. He looked at the girl again. She was yelling something about being blue, and was pointing angrily at her face. Boy, did she look good. Maybe he and George should experiment a little more with the BBBBs... (Bouncing Berry Blooper Balls) this could be a marketable party trick. As he scanned her face to see how completely the color covered it, he realized that if she weren't blue, she'd actually be kind of pretty. She had big, round brown eyes, which, under normal circumstances would be wide open, but were currently narrowed with rage. She had freckles splayed across her nose, that had turned deep blue to go with the sky blue of her face, and her thick brown hair was pulled back roughly, probably because she'd been in such a hurry to come down here and yell at him, but it was attractive nonetheless. Suddenly her voice penetrated his thoughts.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
"Er... Yes! Sure, we can give you a ten percent refund, but that's-"
"Ten percent? TEN percent? You have [I]got[/I] to be kidding me. I paid good money for this, and I want it back!" She advanced angrily on him, looking even goofier as her face flushed with anger, causing her to turn purple. Fred found it immensely funny. He liked this chick.
"What's your name?"
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S NOT YOUR POLICY, I- what?"
"What's your name?" he repeated.
"Um...Marion?"
"Um Marion what?"
"...Nicholas..." She was staring at him, confused. He grinned inwardly. Always make the first move, that's what he'd learned over the years. Especially when they're angry. Taking them by surprise is the best way to get dinner.
"I'm Fred Weasley, nice to meet you," he shook her hand exuberantly. "Now, I want you to take this piece of paper on which I am about to write down an address and time, and meet me there tomorrow night." She blinked at him.
"Uh...okay."
"Now, if you'd please, I'm supposed to be opening the store. Have a nice day!" He propelled her towards the door. "Oh, and this should get rid of the blue." He tossed her a bottle of Magical Color Dissolvent, and waved her off.