Chapter 10
Revenge
Even though Hogwarts supplied one Hogsmead visit about once a month, students found ways to sneak out on weekends and sometimes on weekdays. She never saw Ginny, Harry, Hermione, or Ron, but Ginny was not that daring and HP and gang were probably too busy. Thankfully, Angelina and Lee had put in a good word in for her, because business began to get better. However, she had to quickly shift gears to the teenagers' tastes. She began to branch out and sell anything remotely cute.
One of her most dedicated customers was Pansy Parkinson, who was trying to make herself more attractive for her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy (one of the people she hated most in the world.) Nothing short of a miracle could make Pansy pretty with her eyes pressed too close together, pert, turned up nose, and large rubbery mouth. She was also shaped like a pear with a small bust and a voluptuous bottom. However, dutifully and cheerfully Jeanette tried to help her find the exact shade of lipstick and nail polish. Jeanette's smile getting bigger and bigger with every pair of earrings and bracelets (sterling silver of course) that Pansy bought.
Pansy, who was also a bad student, bought enormous amounts of lip gloss which just happened to reverse anti-cheating spells when a quill was dipped in it. Jeanette was not being exactly honest, Jeanette was simply being banausic. She had to eat somehow. Memory rings were also extremely useful. Originally, they were created to store large amounts of information about your date. But they could also be used to recall notes on test or holding gossip that an average girl couldn't remember.
By early October, Jeanette couldn't stock enough. Her sells were made up with candy, jewelry (including memory rings), and makeup. For some strange reason, Pansy was popular and courting Pansy had paid off by the tenfold by having her equally academically challenged friends flooding to Mignonne.
Things got even more exciting when Pansy burst into the shop late one Saturday night, crying that Draco had dumped her. How he put up with her so long was amazing itself, but Jeanette was all consolation. Half an hour later, Pansy left with a few boxes of chocolate (for herself) and stay- there-till-you-die neon purple hair dye (for Draco of course.)
Eight on Sunday morning, there was a cloaked figure with a Hogwarts signature cloak banging impatiently on Jeanette's glass door. She usually didn't open on Sundays, which she tried to tell him, but he took out a large bag of gold and jangled it. Shrugging, she let him in.
He refused adamantly not to take off the cloak till they were inside and out of sight. Only then did he shrug off the cloak, revealing a sight that sent Jeanette into a fit of giggles. Pansy's idiocy had finally paid off. The girl hadn't read the instructions and had given poor Draco the dye in butterbeer. Dyes contain chemicals and chemicals don't work well with alcohol. Consequently, Draco's hair was a pale lavender...
.his skin was pinky purple and even his finger nails were edged with mauve.
Taking out three galleons he put it in her hand, "change it back NOW."
"I can't do that."
"YOU CAN'T?!"
"Not for three galleons." He began to swear at her. "I suggest you straighten you act Mr. Malfoy, because I reserve the right to refuse to serve anyone." Malfoy put seven more galleons into her hands.
"Just one moment," she walked around the store picking out dyes, bleaches, potions, and pills. "Okay, mix the bleach with some warm water and lemon."
"I would rather that I'd leave as my normal self."
"You really like to waste money, don't you? That'll cost you extra. Well, up this way, Malfoy." She set the water to boil and went into the bathroom to line the floor with plastic. She filled the tub half way, added some drops of potion, and set it boiling with her wand. The tea kettle was boiling when she was done, Draco was idly sitting in her couch, frowning.
"Could you please stop that infernal noise!"
"Would you like to get out?" That shut him up. Taking a cup, she added the bleach, some lemon, and hot water. Handing it to him, she said, "Go into the bathroom, take off your clothes, all of them unless you want them to be purple, drink the potion and sit in there for about an hour or so."
"And what's that supposed to do?"
"You'll perspire the dye out. When your sweat is clear, you get to hop into the shower and scrub yourself with this." She handed him a grainy bar of soap. "Scrub yourself all over or your skin color will be uneven. Here's some shampoo, the sweating should get your roots to get back to their normal color. Then moisturize with this or you'll peel like a snake," she handed him a bottle. "Don't worry, it's unscented."
Opening the bathroom, thick clouds of antiseptic-smelling steam billowed out. Draco seemed to get cold feet at the last moment. She shoved him in and locked the door. Within minutes, she heard furious banging.
She pressed her ear against the door, "What?"
"I CAN'T BREATHE!!!"
"Do you like being purple or not? What color is your perspiration now?"
"Still dark. May I have some entertainment of some sort?"
"No, isn't revenge enough?"
"Good point." He began to mutter to himself and occasionally burst out into an evil cackle. Twenty minutes later, he banged on the door again.
"I'm bored."
"Draw pictures in the steamy mirrors."
"Okay."
Five minutes later.
"My sweat is getting translucent."
Five minutes later.
"It's barely purple."
Ten minutes later.
"I want to go now." Jeanette gently reminded him of his color.
Five minutes later.
"Can I take a shower now?"
"Stick out your arm out where I can see it." She ordered and opened the door a crack. Yup, it was clear.
"You can take a shower now and open the windows. Start scrubbing." When she was sure, he got in behind the blue flowered curtain she went inside and cleaned the puddles of purple ink off the floor. She also got a few towels out for him.
Twenty minutes later, he emerged out of the bathroom the color of milk wrapped in a towel his hair dripping on the carpet. It was still purple.
"Don't you know how to wash your hair?" She asked him.
"I did!!" He insisted. He refused to allow gloves to touch his precious head and so Jeanette found herself washing his hair. He complained every five seconds. His neck hurt, she had nicked him, he was bored, he was tired, he was cold, he was hot, soap was in his eyes. She told him that he was lucky that soap wasn't in his mouth.
Eventually, Draco was dressed again and out of her apartment. His hair platinum blond, his skin white and had a baby-like softness (in his zeal, he had over exfoliated and then lather up on lotion), and his eyes still a violet tinged gray. He was very upset with that, but Jeanette couldn't scrub his eyeballs.
"You have anything I can get back at Pansy, can you?"
"Pansy is one of my best customers." But she stooped under the counter and picked out a rose. "I'd think she'd like this. Smell it." He raised it to his nose and took a delicate sniff, the rose suddenly reared and the petals closed over his nose. He howled and yanked it off.
"What possessed you to make those? They are cruel and inhuman. How many do you have?"
"Remember, I have absolutely no idea where you got those from." Jeanette said, not willing to lose her best customer.
Of course, Monday afternoon, Pansy with a cherry nose was back itching for revenge. Tuesday, Draco with hair sprouting out of his nose and ears came marching in. Back and forth it went for a week and sadly it ended with a truce, but not before Jeanette had made over a hundred galleons.
Author's Note: Like Draco?
Revenge
Even though Hogwarts supplied one Hogsmead visit about once a month, students found ways to sneak out on weekends and sometimes on weekdays. She never saw Ginny, Harry, Hermione, or Ron, but Ginny was not that daring and HP and gang were probably too busy. Thankfully, Angelina and Lee had put in a good word in for her, because business began to get better. However, she had to quickly shift gears to the teenagers' tastes. She began to branch out and sell anything remotely cute.
One of her most dedicated customers was Pansy Parkinson, who was trying to make herself more attractive for her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy (one of the people she hated most in the world.) Nothing short of a miracle could make Pansy pretty with her eyes pressed too close together, pert, turned up nose, and large rubbery mouth. She was also shaped like a pear with a small bust and a voluptuous bottom. However, dutifully and cheerfully Jeanette tried to help her find the exact shade of lipstick and nail polish. Jeanette's smile getting bigger and bigger with every pair of earrings and bracelets (sterling silver of course) that Pansy bought.
Pansy, who was also a bad student, bought enormous amounts of lip gloss which just happened to reverse anti-cheating spells when a quill was dipped in it. Jeanette was not being exactly honest, Jeanette was simply being banausic. She had to eat somehow. Memory rings were also extremely useful. Originally, they were created to store large amounts of information about your date. But they could also be used to recall notes on test or holding gossip that an average girl couldn't remember.
By early October, Jeanette couldn't stock enough. Her sells were made up with candy, jewelry (including memory rings), and makeup. For some strange reason, Pansy was popular and courting Pansy had paid off by the tenfold by having her equally academically challenged friends flooding to Mignonne.
Things got even more exciting when Pansy burst into the shop late one Saturday night, crying that Draco had dumped her. How he put up with her so long was amazing itself, but Jeanette was all consolation. Half an hour later, Pansy left with a few boxes of chocolate (for herself) and stay- there-till-you-die neon purple hair dye (for Draco of course.)
Eight on Sunday morning, there was a cloaked figure with a Hogwarts signature cloak banging impatiently on Jeanette's glass door. She usually didn't open on Sundays, which she tried to tell him, but he took out a large bag of gold and jangled it. Shrugging, she let him in.
He refused adamantly not to take off the cloak till they were inside and out of sight. Only then did he shrug off the cloak, revealing a sight that sent Jeanette into a fit of giggles. Pansy's idiocy had finally paid off. The girl hadn't read the instructions and had given poor Draco the dye in butterbeer. Dyes contain chemicals and chemicals don't work well with alcohol. Consequently, Draco's hair was a pale lavender...
.his skin was pinky purple and even his finger nails were edged with mauve.
Taking out three galleons he put it in her hand, "change it back NOW."
"I can't do that."
"YOU CAN'T?!"
"Not for three galleons." He began to swear at her. "I suggest you straighten you act Mr. Malfoy, because I reserve the right to refuse to serve anyone." Malfoy put seven more galleons into her hands.
"Just one moment," she walked around the store picking out dyes, bleaches, potions, and pills. "Okay, mix the bleach with some warm water and lemon."
"I would rather that I'd leave as my normal self."
"You really like to waste money, don't you? That'll cost you extra. Well, up this way, Malfoy." She set the water to boil and went into the bathroom to line the floor with plastic. She filled the tub half way, added some drops of potion, and set it boiling with her wand. The tea kettle was boiling when she was done, Draco was idly sitting in her couch, frowning.
"Could you please stop that infernal noise!"
"Would you like to get out?" That shut him up. Taking a cup, she added the bleach, some lemon, and hot water. Handing it to him, she said, "Go into the bathroom, take off your clothes, all of them unless you want them to be purple, drink the potion and sit in there for about an hour or so."
"And what's that supposed to do?"
"You'll perspire the dye out. When your sweat is clear, you get to hop into the shower and scrub yourself with this." She handed him a grainy bar of soap. "Scrub yourself all over or your skin color will be uneven. Here's some shampoo, the sweating should get your roots to get back to their normal color. Then moisturize with this or you'll peel like a snake," she handed him a bottle. "Don't worry, it's unscented."
Opening the bathroom, thick clouds of antiseptic-smelling steam billowed out. Draco seemed to get cold feet at the last moment. She shoved him in and locked the door. Within minutes, she heard furious banging.
She pressed her ear against the door, "What?"
"I CAN'T BREATHE!!!"
"Do you like being purple or not? What color is your perspiration now?"
"Still dark. May I have some entertainment of some sort?"
"No, isn't revenge enough?"
"Good point." He began to mutter to himself and occasionally burst out into an evil cackle. Twenty minutes later, he banged on the door again.
"I'm bored."
"Draw pictures in the steamy mirrors."
"Okay."
Five minutes later.
"My sweat is getting translucent."
Five minutes later.
"It's barely purple."
Ten minutes later.
"I want to go now." Jeanette gently reminded him of his color.
Five minutes later.
"Can I take a shower now?"
"Stick out your arm out where I can see it." She ordered and opened the door a crack. Yup, it was clear.
"You can take a shower now and open the windows. Start scrubbing." When she was sure, he got in behind the blue flowered curtain she went inside and cleaned the puddles of purple ink off the floor. She also got a few towels out for him.
Twenty minutes later, he emerged out of the bathroom the color of milk wrapped in a towel his hair dripping on the carpet. It was still purple.
"Don't you know how to wash your hair?" She asked him.
"I did!!" He insisted. He refused to allow gloves to touch his precious head and so Jeanette found herself washing his hair. He complained every five seconds. His neck hurt, she had nicked him, he was bored, he was tired, he was cold, he was hot, soap was in his eyes. She told him that he was lucky that soap wasn't in his mouth.
Eventually, Draco was dressed again and out of her apartment. His hair platinum blond, his skin white and had a baby-like softness (in his zeal, he had over exfoliated and then lather up on lotion), and his eyes still a violet tinged gray. He was very upset with that, but Jeanette couldn't scrub his eyeballs.
"You have anything I can get back at Pansy, can you?"
"Pansy is one of my best customers." But she stooped under the counter and picked out a rose. "I'd think she'd like this. Smell it." He raised it to his nose and took a delicate sniff, the rose suddenly reared and the petals closed over his nose. He howled and yanked it off.
"What possessed you to make those? They are cruel and inhuman. How many do you have?"
"Remember, I have absolutely no idea where you got those from." Jeanette said, not willing to lose her best customer.
Of course, Monday afternoon, Pansy with a cherry nose was back itching for revenge. Tuesday, Draco with hair sprouting out of his nose and ears came marching in. Back and forth it went for a week and sadly it ended with a truce, but not before Jeanette had made over a hundred galleons.
Author's Note: Like Draco?