Fred paced his room, it was 4:30 in the morning and he couldn't
sleep, for some unknown reason he kept thinking about Victoria and her hat.
He thought that she was the strangest woman he had ever met, but there was
something else about her that he couldn't explain, there was something
intriguing about her, he thought that a bit of music might cheer him up,
but there was just the theme song for a walk to remember on, nit exactly
up lifting, he changed the channel, miss you by Blink 182 came on, next
channel, my heart will go on, November Rain, I wont forget you, lay your
hands on me..Ect.ect finally he steeled on Tossin and turning by the great
Peter Criss. Seeing as the song pretty much described all that he was able
to do in his bed, and there wasn't even a beautiful woman there to keep him
company. He sank back into bed and had other interrupted dreams of blue
cowboy hats and giant mules.
Torri finished off the sketch that she was drawing; she had paid very close attention to him earlier today and was pretty sure that she had captured him correctly, his ginger hair, his joking smile, his magnificent blue eyes that seemed to laugh even when he wasn't sad, of course Torri didn't know this but he just seemed like the kind of person that would always, make you laugh and always be there for you no matter what. She gazed dreamily at the fire place in the living room, she was sitting on a crimson chintz arm chair with he4r sketch book on her lap, she had a cup of her tea next to her and she had slipped in a little bit I whisky for flavor. She always put alcohol in everything, but if people thought her drinking was bad then they haven't seen Ray Anne. Ray Anne's favorite companion on a lonely summer's night was vodka. Torri liked vodka, but not as much as Ray Anne, Torri seriously thought that if
Ray Anne had her pick between Josh Beckem, or vodka she would probably choose vodka.
She watched a Rosy came muttering into the living room, she was a free elf but chose to stay in the house. The house that Torri, Salem and Ray Anne lived in had been in Ray Anne's family for over five century's Ray Anne, who despised the enslavement of any thing living had set her free, but Rosy was deeply insulted be this so she no longer considered Ray Anne as part of the family and that she would rather serve mudbloods or blood traitors rather than "Mistress's little demon" as she so often called her. Torri often reefed to the accursed thing as "The useless servant that lived in the crawl space above the filthy attic" ok so it was a bit drawn out but the thing deserved it.
"I see mistress Burr is home today, Rosy always looks forward to madam Burrs threats if death to rosy" then she muttered under her breath "Because miss Burr does not have a husband and is the daughter of a decent family but no she has to become a blood traitor, and we hears that she has voices in her head"-
"Keep talking and I will have voices in my head you little scum"
"Any thing young Victoria wishes. Filthy little brad she is"
By no Torri had just grabbed hold of Rosie's doily she used as a dress and hurled her down to the basement. It was ten o'clock and neither one of her room mates would probably be home any time soon so she decided to go to bed early even though she wasn't at all tired.
She awoke at 7:30 in the morning, pulled on a blue tie-die long hippie skirt, a small fitted sex pistols concert T-shirt, pulled her thick black hair into two low buns on the bottom of her neck, slipped in a pair of brown cowboy boots and of course laid her blue sparkly cowboy hat on her neatly fixed head. A passer by would think her highly unusual but Torri found no shame in being different, she didn't envy any one, and she was completely proud of her body from her large feet to her curvy hips thighs and waist to her favorite hat. She fixed her self a cup of tea before setting off for work. (She wasn't a big break fast eater.)
When she arrived at work Fred and George were already there, George was talking to a head of a man she did no know and Fred was counting a stack of Galleons at least twenty feet high. He looked up at her and winked in a playful way, she got the impression that he was not shy at all.
The head in the fire place vanished and George walked over to the counter and showed her how to work every thing, so by the time the first customer came she was ready to prove her self. He was a tall gangly red haired man that looked as if he could be brothers with the twins. When he opened his mouth to speak Fred but in "Hello their sir, you look like a fine up standing gentlemen of the future can this beautiful vixen, he cocked his head toward Torri, help you with any thing?"
The ,man looked as if he would like to hurt Fred very much but continued to stair at Fred, then he said almost monotonically, "Mum says be home for dinner" then loosing the robotic look, "I see you two have found help then?"
"Yes little brother, this is Veronica Burr"- started Fred
"Straight out of Hogwarts, and still singe"- George stated
"She enjoys long rides on broom sticks"- Fred starting again before he caught himself at what he was saying.
Torri was laughing rather hard at this, perhaps it was because she would have made that exact same joke if Fred had not or maybe it was just that she had been friends with Ray Anne for so long that she was used to this kind of humor. For a moment while every one was still laughing Fred and her caught each others eye's the met for a tenth of a second before she forced her concentration onto the list of things the needed to order for the store while Fred busied himself talking to George and his brother about some guy named Oliver and a girl he had net in a pub yesterday in Hogsmead.
"He says he really fancies her" their brother said
"Well he describer her to me, long blood red hair, porcelain skin, round indigo eyes"- said George dreamily
"Taste's just like a sugar quill. God you people she's not a sweat, she may look like one but"-
"Hmm...Sounds a lot like Ray Anne" Torri thought, but she didn't have time to dwell on thoughts of Ray Anne, because just then Ray Anne walked in looking rather more confused then usual, she observed the store, then at the sight of Torri she approached the counter, all three of the Weasley's were still engrossed about the new Firebolt. "What are you doing here?" Torri hissed, "I am supposed to be working Ray!
Ray Anne looked completely unfazed and answered "Put the emphasis on the word supposed" she smiled a little bit then she gazed around the shop, her eyes rested on George or Fred, Torri didn't know which one it was. "If I ever hear you complain about the other employees I swear I will curse you but into no-existent oblivion"
"They are my boss Ray Anne"
"So, never stopped me," she said as she walked over to the twins to help her reach something very high up on the shelves, although Torri had know idea what Ray Anne would want with a headless hat; she assumed that this was all just a trick to get them to give her their undying love and affection. Ray Anne was good at that, she had elbow waist length blood red hair curled into tight ringlets, it wasn't poofy bit it just seemed to fall about her face, she wasn't to tall 5' 6" and she knew how to get what ever she wanted. Torri was deeply impressed when Fred walked away from her to talk to herself (George and his brother, Ron, Torri heard him say to Ray Anne, were still goggling at her asking her if she needed any thing such as a glass of water, flask of fire whisky ,some one to sleep with-)
"Friend of yours?" he asked as he joined Torri in the store room.
"I'll be sire to get her a restraining order right after work" Torri said flatly, that is exactly why Ray Anne couldn't go into the Hogs Head any more, or Honey Dukes. Torri pitied her flirtatious friend.
"Oh no it's okay; really I just think she's taken an interest in my two brothers"
"She takes an interest in every man." She said using the same flat tone,
"Oh," said Fred apparently emotionally hurt by Torri's tone of voice
"why does he want to talk to me?" she thought "why cant her just go back to the store and flirt with Ray Anne the way all normal people should do.?!?!" She was becoming increasingly angry at having this much attention drawn to herself and not one of her friends.
"Right, I'll just um, I'll just leave you to what ever your doing then," she said looking still a little hurt she started to slouch away.
Then Torri realized that she didn't want him to go, "Wait!" she called out.
"Yes?" he asked looking a bit more cheerful but still a bit confused.
"Um, um," "Danm it! She thought why the Hell am I drawing him back here?!?!" "I was just wondering where you store the dung bombs, were all out up front" nice save she thought.
Fred, looking a little hurt at her question stood on a crate and pulled down a large tin box, "Now you want to be careful ,the don't smell unless you drop them and this is a big tin, are you sure you wanna try this?"
"Why! Because I'm a woman!?" she retorted
"What? No, I uh, I just thought"-
"Well you thought wrong!" she screamed as she grabbed the box and stormed off, but half way up the stairs, a black cat came streaking in front of her; it all happened in a matter of seconds, she was climbing up the stair's a black cat came out in front of her, she screamed and dropped the box of dung bombs, as she fell backwards she noticed a disgusting smell, then was face first in Fred's. Um... Man hood.
"OH SHIT!" She thought as Fred let out a yelp of pain and three pairs of feet were running toward the cellar. "Danm it Danm it Danm it Danm it!!!!!!!" she thought as she looked up she was George, Ron and Ray Anne all looking at her with their eye brows raised and Fred was blushing the same color as Ray Anne's hair he was also looking as if he would like to make a joke out of it but was in far to much pain to manage. Torri stood up and mutters "Sorry," to Fred and ran up the stairs ant out the door, once she was sure that know one was following her, she apperated to her house, took out five bottles of vodka and prepared herself for a very lonely night.
Torri finished off the sketch that she was drawing; she had paid very close attention to him earlier today and was pretty sure that she had captured him correctly, his ginger hair, his joking smile, his magnificent blue eyes that seemed to laugh even when he wasn't sad, of course Torri didn't know this but he just seemed like the kind of person that would always, make you laugh and always be there for you no matter what. She gazed dreamily at the fire place in the living room, she was sitting on a crimson chintz arm chair with he4r sketch book on her lap, she had a cup of her tea next to her and she had slipped in a little bit I whisky for flavor. She always put alcohol in everything, but if people thought her drinking was bad then they haven't seen Ray Anne. Ray Anne's favorite companion on a lonely summer's night was vodka. Torri liked vodka, but not as much as Ray Anne, Torri seriously thought that if
Ray Anne had her pick between Josh Beckem, or vodka she would probably choose vodka.
She watched a Rosy came muttering into the living room, she was a free elf but chose to stay in the house. The house that Torri, Salem and Ray Anne lived in had been in Ray Anne's family for over five century's Ray Anne, who despised the enslavement of any thing living had set her free, but Rosy was deeply insulted be this so she no longer considered Ray Anne as part of the family and that she would rather serve mudbloods or blood traitors rather than "Mistress's little demon" as she so often called her. Torri often reefed to the accursed thing as "The useless servant that lived in the crawl space above the filthy attic" ok so it was a bit drawn out but the thing deserved it.
"I see mistress Burr is home today, Rosy always looks forward to madam Burrs threats if death to rosy" then she muttered under her breath "Because miss Burr does not have a husband and is the daughter of a decent family but no she has to become a blood traitor, and we hears that she has voices in her head"-
"Keep talking and I will have voices in my head you little scum"
"Any thing young Victoria wishes. Filthy little brad she is"
By no Torri had just grabbed hold of Rosie's doily she used as a dress and hurled her down to the basement. It was ten o'clock and neither one of her room mates would probably be home any time soon so she decided to go to bed early even though she wasn't at all tired.
She awoke at 7:30 in the morning, pulled on a blue tie-die long hippie skirt, a small fitted sex pistols concert T-shirt, pulled her thick black hair into two low buns on the bottom of her neck, slipped in a pair of brown cowboy boots and of course laid her blue sparkly cowboy hat on her neatly fixed head. A passer by would think her highly unusual but Torri found no shame in being different, she didn't envy any one, and she was completely proud of her body from her large feet to her curvy hips thighs and waist to her favorite hat. She fixed her self a cup of tea before setting off for work. (She wasn't a big break fast eater.)
When she arrived at work Fred and George were already there, George was talking to a head of a man she did no know and Fred was counting a stack of Galleons at least twenty feet high. He looked up at her and winked in a playful way, she got the impression that he was not shy at all.
The head in the fire place vanished and George walked over to the counter and showed her how to work every thing, so by the time the first customer came she was ready to prove her self. He was a tall gangly red haired man that looked as if he could be brothers with the twins. When he opened his mouth to speak Fred but in "Hello their sir, you look like a fine up standing gentlemen of the future can this beautiful vixen, he cocked his head toward Torri, help you with any thing?"
The ,man looked as if he would like to hurt Fred very much but continued to stair at Fred, then he said almost monotonically, "Mum says be home for dinner" then loosing the robotic look, "I see you two have found help then?"
"Yes little brother, this is Veronica Burr"- started Fred
"Straight out of Hogwarts, and still singe"- George stated
"She enjoys long rides on broom sticks"- Fred starting again before he caught himself at what he was saying.
Torri was laughing rather hard at this, perhaps it was because she would have made that exact same joke if Fred had not or maybe it was just that she had been friends with Ray Anne for so long that she was used to this kind of humor. For a moment while every one was still laughing Fred and her caught each others eye's the met for a tenth of a second before she forced her concentration onto the list of things the needed to order for the store while Fred busied himself talking to George and his brother about some guy named Oliver and a girl he had net in a pub yesterday in Hogsmead.
"He says he really fancies her" their brother said
"Well he describer her to me, long blood red hair, porcelain skin, round indigo eyes"- said George dreamily
"Taste's just like a sugar quill. God you people she's not a sweat, she may look like one but"-
"Hmm...Sounds a lot like Ray Anne" Torri thought, but she didn't have time to dwell on thoughts of Ray Anne, because just then Ray Anne walked in looking rather more confused then usual, she observed the store, then at the sight of Torri she approached the counter, all three of the Weasley's were still engrossed about the new Firebolt. "What are you doing here?" Torri hissed, "I am supposed to be working Ray!
Ray Anne looked completely unfazed and answered "Put the emphasis on the word supposed" she smiled a little bit then she gazed around the shop, her eyes rested on George or Fred, Torri didn't know which one it was. "If I ever hear you complain about the other employees I swear I will curse you but into no-existent oblivion"
"They are my boss Ray Anne"
"So, never stopped me," she said as she walked over to the twins to help her reach something very high up on the shelves, although Torri had know idea what Ray Anne would want with a headless hat; she assumed that this was all just a trick to get them to give her their undying love and affection. Ray Anne was good at that, she had elbow waist length blood red hair curled into tight ringlets, it wasn't poofy bit it just seemed to fall about her face, she wasn't to tall 5' 6" and she knew how to get what ever she wanted. Torri was deeply impressed when Fred walked away from her to talk to herself (George and his brother, Ron, Torri heard him say to Ray Anne, were still goggling at her asking her if she needed any thing such as a glass of water, flask of fire whisky ,some one to sleep with-)
"Friend of yours?" he asked as he joined Torri in the store room.
"I'll be sire to get her a restraining order right after work" Torri said flatly, that is exactly why Ray Anne couldn't go into the Hogs Head any more, or Honey Dukes. Torri pitied her flirtatious friend.
"Oh no it's okay; really I just think she's taken an interest in my two brothers"
"She takes an interest in every man." She said using the same flat tone,
"Oh," said Fred apparently emotionally hurt by Torri's tone of voice
"why does he want to talk to me?" she thought "why cant her just go back to the store and flirt with Ray Anne the way all normal people should do.?!?!" She was becoming increasingly angry at having this much attention drawn to herself and not one of her friends.
"Right, I'll just um, I'll just leave you to what ever your doing then," she said looking still a little hurt she started to slouch away.
Then Torri realized that she didn't want him to go, "Wait!" she called out.
"Yes?" he asked looking a bit more cheerful but still a bit confused.
"Um, um," "Danm it! She thought why the Hell am I drawing him back here?!?!" "I was just wondering where you store the dung bombs, were all out up front" nice save she thought.
Fred, looking a little hurt at her question stood on a crate and pulled down a large tin box, "Now you want to be careful ,the don't smell unless you drop them and this is a big tin, are you sure you wanna try this?"
"Why! Because I'm a woman!?" she retorted
"What? No, I uh, I just thought"-
"Well you thought wrong!" she screamed as she grabbed the box and stormed off, but half way up the stairs, a black cat came streaking in front of her; it all happened in a matter of seconds, she was climbing up the stair's a black cat came out in front of her, she screamed and dropped the box of dung bombs, as she fell backwards she noticed a disgusting smell, then was face first in Fred's. Um... Man hood.
"OH SHIT!" She thought as Fred let out a yelp of pain and three pairs of feet were running toward the cellar. "Danm it Danm it Danm it Danm it!!!!!!!" she thought as she looked up she was George, Ron and Ray Anne all looking at her with their eye brows raised and Fred was blushing the same color as Ray Anne's hair he was also looking as if he would like to make a joke out of it but was in far to much pain to manage. Torri stood up and mutters "Sorry," to Fred and ran up the stairs ant out the door, once she was sure that know one was following her, she apperated to her house, took out five bottles of vodka and prepared herself for a very lonely night.