Ray Anne walked into Quiditch equipment and other stuff, she
needed to buy a broom, she loved playing quiditch, after Fred and George
left, her and Salem tried out for the beater's position. Ever since then
she had been playing quiditch for fun when ever she got the chance, she was
staring at the model of the Firebolt that had just came out, when a tall
brown haired man stepped beside her, he was wearing an old Gryffindor
sweater with a crimson quaffle on the front, she wasn't sure because her
had graduated by the time she had gotten to Hogwarts, but she thought this
was the legendary Oliver Wood.
"I wish I had one of these babies's" she sighed, he spoke in a handsome Irish accent.
"Top model, ministry approved speed of 176,673.5 miles per hour, precision balancing, enhance cushioning charm, polished cherry wood handle, excellent for speed, beach tree twig tail, best for agility and movement and an anti-breaking and weather resistant charms, wonder how much" Ray Anne said longingly
"Ouch" Wood said as if the price really did cause him emotional and physical pain, "Seven-Hundred Galleons"
Ray Anne seriously thought she saw tears well up in his eyes, "well, the price will go down once a newer model comes out, but of course by then their will be no point in buying this one any more." She finished before she got to out of control.
Wood nodded understandingly, "Well, you seem to know and awful lot about Quiditch, what's your name" he asked
Ray Anne felt her self blush slightly but answered "Ray Anne" coolly as though she was asked that every day. "I played Beater for Gryffindor my third year after Fred and George Weasley left, I was nothing on them of course but I could make my way."
"Ahhhh yes, the infamous year when Gryffindor lost both beaters and a seeker" he looked off into space "Of course I had already been graduated for tow years by then but when I found out i nearly cried"
Ray Anne laughed but she could tell wood did not find this a laughing matter by the way he was staring into space, then he checked hi watch and said "Oh, bugger, is that the time, I better be off, I have to meet some friends in a local pub, see you later?"
"Sure any time you're free; I live right around the corner in that brick Victorian house with about ten-thousand kneazles running around" she finished. She laughed a little bit as she tried to picture Wood trying to get past Torri's entire collection of cat like beasts"
Oliver smiled at her and walked off toward the Three Broomsticks, it was getting dark out so she decided to go into the tiny candle lit tea shop and drown her troubles in a mixture if tea leaves and Vodka.
Fred unlocked the door to the shop and paced around the store, it was Eight o'clock in the morning and no one really showed up until nine, but that gave him and George to get everything ready. He saw a blue cowboy hat approach the door, and sure enough it was the same girl that came in yesterday. She approached the counter and handed Fred back the application just as George came out of the cellar. Fred read and re-read the application, of what he could see between the ink drops and the pumpkin juice dribbles she looked like a very good person to employ, she didn't ask for much, ten sickles per hour, no requests for paid vacation and she lived in Hogsmead so when the school students came to visit for the weekend she could find out what all the latest crazes were.
"You don't want any days off?" George asked and Fred was instantly reminded if Percy, he felt his nose cringe a little bit at the though of having to work with a female Percy, some one, he was sure would end up dead.
"What ever you would like me to work I'll work it" she said.
"Name, Victoria Burr, Age, eighteen, sex female, height, 5'9", eyes, green, any thing else we should know, mothers grand mothers maiden name, any dismembered cousins?" George asked.
"No, except that I prefer it if you called me Torri instead of Victoria she said.
"Done deal, start tomorrow and we aren't open Sundays so you can have that day off, I suppose, unless you want to come and stare at the door for sixteen hours at a time." Fred joked.
Torri Smiled "Thanks a lot she said as she walked out the door. Fred couldn't help hoping that she stayed until closing tomorrow, he then found him self staring after this unusual girl.
"I wish I had one of these babies's" she sighed, he spoke in a handsome Irish accent.
"Top model, ministry approved speed of 176,673.5 miles per hour, precision balancing, enhance cushioning charm, polished cherry wood handle, excellent for speed, beach tree twig tail, best for agility and movement and an anti-breaking and weather resistant charms, wonder how much" Ray Anne said longingly
"Ouch" Wood said as if the price really did cause him emotional and physical pain, "Seven-Hundred Galleons"
Ray Anne seriously thought she saw tears well up in his eyes, "well, the price will go down once a newer model comes out, but of course by then their will be no point in buying this one any more." She finished before she got to out of control.
Wood nodded understandingly, "Well, you seem to know and awful lot about Quiditch, what's your name" he asked
Ray Anne felt her self blush slightly but answered "Ray Anne" coolly as though she was asked that every day. "I played Beater for Gryffindor my third year after Fred and George Weasley left, I was nothing on them of course but I could make my way."
"Ahhhh yes, the infamous year when Gryffindor lost both beaters and a seeker" he looked off into space "Of course I had already been graduated for tow years by then but when I found out i nearly cried"
Ray Anne laughed but she could tell wood did not find this a laughing matter by the way he was staring into space, then he checked hi watch and said "Oh, bugger, is that the time, I better be off, I have to meet some friends in a local pub, see you later?"
"Sure any time you're free; I live right around the corner in that brick Victorian house with about ten-thousand kneazles running around" she finished. She laughed a little bit as she tried to picture Wood trying to get past Torri's entire collection of cat like beasts"
Oliver smiled at her and walked off toward the Three Broomsticks, it was getting dark out so she decided to go into the tiny candle lit tea shop and drown her troubles in a mixture if tea leaves and Vodka.
Fred unlocked the door to the shop and paced around the store, it was Eight o'clock in the morning and no one really showed up until nine, but that gave him and George to get everything ready. He saw a blue cowboy hat approach the door, and sure enough it was the same girl that came in yesterday. She approached the counter and handed Fred back the application just as George came out of the cellar. Fred read and re-read the application, of what he could see between the ink drops and the pumpkin juice dribbles she looked like a very good person to employ, she didn't ask for much, ten sickles per hour, no requests for paid vacation and she lived in Hogsmead so when the school students came to visit for the weekend she could find out what all the latest crazes were.
"You don't want any days off?" George asked and Fred was instantly reminded if Percy, he felt his nose cringe a little bit at the though of having to work with a female Percy, some one, he was sure would end up dead.
"What ever you would like me to work I'll work it" she said.
"Name, Victoria Burr, Age, eighteen, sex female, height, 5'9", eyes, green, any thing else we should know, mothers grand mothers maiden name, any dismembered cousins?" George asked.
"No, except that I prefer it if you called me Torri instead of Victoria she said.
"Done deal, start tomorrow and we aren't open Sundays so you can have that day off, I suppose, unless you want to come and stare at the door for sixteen hours at a time." Fred joked.
Torri Smiled "Thanks a lot she said as she walked out the door. Fred couldn't help hoping that she stayed until closing tomorrow, he then found him self staring after this unusual girl.