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Chapter 2: Dirty Dealings in the Leaky Cauldron
Later that evening, George calculated the shop's profits for the day while Fred attempted to clean up from a day of customers coming and going and making a mess all the way. One little wizard had "accidentally" let off one of their super-concentrated dung bombs around noon, but, according to George, it hadn't hurt business.
"We did better than yesterday" George announced off-handedly as he put their spoils back into a cash box, "And every day in the past week."
"Really?" Fred questioned curiously as he gave up on his cleaning attempts and peered down on George's scribbled calculations. "Well, good, because Mundungus has got a new batch of Pixie's wings and I invited him for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron in..." Fred checked his watch, "an hour. So, I'll need some money so I can get him plastered enough to get a decent price out of that scum. Remember those dragon scales he ripped us off on last time?" He held out his hand while George nodded and carefully sorted galleons, sickles and a few knuts and dropped them into his open hand. He made note of this exchange on a piece of parchment. "Thanks"
"It's fine, you- we've earned it. Um..." He took a sniff of the putrid air, "need help cleaning?"
"Please do."
In the next three-quarter's of an hour, the twins managed to eradicate the horrible decaying stench from the shop air. At five 'til ten, Fred bade goodbye to George who would finish closing up shop while Fred discussed "business" with Mundungus.
"Hello, Dung" Fred said as he took the seat opposite Mundungus at a small round table in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hi Fre-George... not, wait."
"It's Fred, Dung" Fred corrected him.
"Ah, right. Drinks on you tonight?" Fred let out a sigh, "Yes, but just tonight."
"Excellent, where's Tom? I'm up for another round." He scanned the crowded pub for the bartender as Fred raised his eyebrows, "Another round? And about how many 'rounds' have you had already?"
"About... three... or four. Maybe five"
Fred gave another sigh, "Listen, Dung," He got down to business, "I'm only here for those Pixie wings you promised. George and I are testing out some new products and George reckons pixie wings may do the trick. I'm not exactly here to... chat." He finished as he glanced down at several empty bottles.
At this, Mundungus eyed Fred carefully. "Yeah, I got 'em, but I want no less than thirty five galleons for 'em."
Fred snorted. "And I'll give you fifteen."
Mundungus thought hard." Twenty"
Fred was in no mood for haggling tonight. He sighed for a third time, "Alright, twenty, now let's see them."
Mundungus pulled out a smallish blue box from within the depths of his overcoat and pushed it across the table to its' middle. Fred placed some gold on top of it. Mundungus snatched the gold and Fred gently picked up the box and gently placed it into his jacket. "Right" Fred waved his hand to get Tom's attention. "Check please" he asked and Tom placed a small bit of parchment that was the bill on the table. Fled took a quick look at it; six drinks and a firewhiskey. He put the appropriate amount of money on the table and a tip of a sickle, well, the sickle.
Mundungus looked at Fred and the money on the table. "Wot? That's all?"
Fred glanced at him. "Sod off." And he left with the box.
Tom picked up the money and put the tip in his apron pocket. He looked at Mundungus, "You gonna buy anything else?"
Mundungus grumbled a bit. "No"
"Then get on then, we're busy."
He grumbled a bit more before picking himself up and apparating out of the Leaky Cauldron with his signature 'pop.'
And the sickle continued it's journey with Tom the innkeeper.
Chapter 2: Dirty Dealings in the Leaky Cauldron
Later that evening, George calculated the shop's profits for the day while Fred attempted to clean up from a day of customers coming and going and making a mess all the way. One little wizard had "accidentally" let off one of their super-concentrated dung bombs around noon, but, according to George, it hadn't hurt business.
"We did better than yesterday" George announced off-handedly as he put their spoils back into a cash box, "And every day in the past week."
"Really?" Fred questioned curiously as he gave up on his cleaning attempts and peered down on George's scribbled calculations. "Well, good, because Mundungus has got a new batch of Pixie's wings and I invited him for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron in..." Fred checked his watch, "an hour. So, I'll need some money so I can get him plastered enough to get a decent price out of that scum. Remember those dragon scales he ripped us off on last time?" He held out his hand while George nodded and carefully sorted galleons, sickles and a few knuts and dropped them into his open hand. He made note of this exchange on a piece of parchment. "Thanks"
"It's fine, you- we've earned it. Um..." He took a sniff of the putrid air, "need help cleaning?"
"Please do."
In the next three-quarter's of an hour, the twins managed to eradicate the horrible decaying stench from the shop air. At five 'til ten, Fred bade goodbye to George who would finish closing up shop while Fred discussed "business" with Mundungus.
"Hello, Dung" Fred said as he took the seat opposite Mundungus at a small round table in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Hi Fre-George... not, wait."
"It's Fred, Dung" Fred corrected him.
"Ah, right. Drinks on you tonight?" Fred let out a sigh, "Yes, but just tonight."
"Excellent, where's Tom? I'm up for another round." He scanned the crowded pub for the bartender as Fred raised his eyebrows, "Another round? And about how many 'rounds' have you had already?"
"About... three... or four. Maybe five"
Fred gave another sigh, "Listen, Dung," He got down to business, "I'm only here for those Pixie wings you promised. George and I are testing out some new products and George reckons pixie wings may do the trick. I'm not exactly here to... chat." He finished as he glanced down at several empty bottles.
At this, Mundungus eyed Fred carefully. "Yeah, I got 'em, but I want no less than thirty five galleons for 'em."
Fred snorted. "And I'll give you fifteen."
Mundungus thought hard." Twenty"
Fred was in no mood for haggling tonight. He sighed for a third time, "Alright, twenty, now let's see them."
Mundungus pulled out a smallish blue box from within the depths of his overcoat and pushed it across the table to its' middle. Fred placed some gold on top of it. Mundungus snatched the gold and Fred gently picked up the box and gently placed it into his jacket. "Right" Fred waved his hand to get Tom's attention. "Check please" he asked and Tom placed a small bit of parchment that was the bill on the table. Fled took a quick look at it; six drinks and a firewhiskey. He put the appropriate amount of money on the table and a tip of a sickle, well, the sickle.
Mundungus looked at Fred and the money on the table. "Wot? That's all?"
Fred glanced at him. "Sod off." And he left with the box.
Tom picked up the money and put the tip in his apron pocket. He looked at Mundungus, "You gonna buy anything else?"
Mundungus grumbled a bit. "No"
"Then get on then, we're busy."
He grumbled a bit more before picking himself up and apparating out of the Leaky Cauldron with his signature 'pop.'
And the sickle continued it's journey with Tom the innkeeper.