Just a Day at the Shop
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Me no own, you no sue. Everyone belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling.
A/N: This is just a little one-shot I came up with while working on another fic. Oh yeah: this fic takes place in mid 2003 so it's been 7 years and Fred and George have bought out Zonko's and made it the 2nd shop location. Angelina and the twins are 25.
It had been a slow day at the Hogsmeade location of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and our favorite twins were bored. One was sitting at the register with his feet on the counter and the other was in the storage room doing inventory. The tinkling bells that announced the entrance of customers sounded and the redhead at the counter looked up, only to see his wife, Angelina Johnson-Weasley, and their three children.
"Hi, love. We were on our way home from the pitch and the kids decided that they just had to see their Daddy," Angelina said, hopping onto the counter.
"Daddy! Daddy!" three-year-old Toni, the only girl, yelled while jumping up and down. "Did you know that Mummy is a Chaser?"
"Yeah, I did actually. We were both on the team at school." Seeing his daughter's face look crestfallen, he realized that he said the wrong thing. "But I haven't seen her play in a while. Is she still any good?"
Toni's face looked happy again. "Uh-huh. She's real good. And she said that when we get to Hogwarts, we're going to be Chasers just like her and Aunt Alicia."
"Oh did she, now?" he asked raising an eyebrow at his wife. "Well, she was badly mistaken. You're going to be Beaters just like me and your uncle."
"You were a Beater, Daddy?" asked Tom, another one of the triplets.
"Oh, yeah. You didn't think I got these fantastic muscles from just stocking shelves, did you?"
Angelina smirked. "Fantastic, huh? You are so conceited." And to the kids she added, "Your father has to work, you know. So I want each of you to pick out something to use on your Uncle Percy and Aunt Penny so we can get out of here."
"Do we hafta go?" the triplets chorused in unison.
"Yeah, do they have to go?" her husband mocked.
"Yes! And no puppy-dog eyes from any of you!"
The kids groaned and dutifully went up and down the aisles to find something that they could use to trick their aunt and uncle. Angelina pulled her spouse into an intense and passionate kiss before they were forced to break apart by someone clearing his throat very loudly.
"Oy, Angelina!" the voice called.
"What?" she called back, slightly annoyed.
"I know you want to snog my brother, but can't you at least wait until we don't have any customers?" he said, gesturing toward the kids, who were making their way to the counter.
Angelina raised an eyebrow, trying to see if the redhead was for real. Then she answered, using a phrase he hadn't heard since he asked her to the Yule Ball in their sixth year.
"All right then," she said before directing her gaze back to George who was ringing up their children's items. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~* A/N: So what'd you think? Fred/Angelina is still my favorite ship; I just thought I'd play around with this. R/R
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Me no own, you no sue. Everyone belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling.
A/N: This is just a little one-shot I came up with while working on another fic. Oh yeah: this fic takes place in mid 2003 so it's been 7 years and Fred and George have bought out Zonko's and made it the 2nd shop location. Angelina and the twins are 25.
It had been a slow day at the Hogsmeade location of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and our favorite twins were bored. One was sitting at the register with his feet on the counter and the other was in the storage room doing inventory. The tinkling bells that announced the entrance of customers sounded and the redhead at the counter looked up, only to see his wife, Angelina Johnson-Weasley, and their three children.
"Hi, love. We were on our way home from the pitch and the kids decided that they just had to see their Daddy," Angelina said, hopping onto the counter.
"Daddy! Daddy!" three-year-old Toni, the only girl, yelled while jumping up and down. "Did you know that Mummy is a Chaser?"
"Yeah, I did actually. We were both on the team at school." Seeing his daughter's face look crestfallen, he realized that he said the wrong thing. "But I haven't seen her play in a while. Is she still any good?"
Toni's face looked happy again. "Uh-huh. She's real good. And she said that when we get to Hogwarts, we're going to be Chasers just like her and Aunt Alicia."
"Oh did she, now?" he asked raising an eyebrow at his wife. "Well, she was badly mistaken. You're going to be Beaters just like me and your uncle."
"You were a Beater, Daddy?" asked Tom, another one of the triplets.
"Oh, yeah. You didn't think I got these fantastic muscles from just stocking shelves, did you?"
Angelina smirked. "Fantastic, huh? You are so conceited." And to the kids she added, "Your father has to work, you know. So I want each of you to pick out something to use on your Uncle Percy and Aunt Penny so we can get out of here."
"Do we hafta go?" the triplets chorused in unison.
"Yeah, do they have to go?" her husband mocked.
"Yes! And no puppy-dog eyes from any of you!"
The kids groaned and dutifully went up and down the aisles to find something that they could use to trick their aunt and uncle. Angelina pulled her spouse into an intense and passionate kiss before they were forced to break apart by someone clearing his throat very loudly.
"Oy, Angelina!" the voice called.
"What?" she called back, slightly annoyed.
"I know you want to snog my brother, but can't you at least wait until we don't have any customers?" he said, gesturing toward the kids, who were making their way to the counter.
Angelina raised an eyebrow, trying to see if the redhead was for real. Then she answered, using a phrase he hadn't heard since he asked her to the Yule Ball in their sixth year.
"All right then," she said before directing her gaze back to George who was ringing up their children's items. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~* A/N: So what'd you think? Fred/Angelina is still my favorite ship; I just thought I'd play around with this. R/R
