Surprise, Surprise
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There was a sudden bolt of lightening outside. A morning storm... how fitting.
Another laugh, this one sounding faintly like bells. The hood dropped to the figure's shoulders, revealing the face of a young, beautiful girl. Dark, chestnut locks of wavy hair that disappeared in her cloak framed her face, almost hiding shining, crimson eyes. Both the twin boys and the father relaxed, colour coming back to their faces.
"Greetings," she said, bowing her head down. "I am pleased to meet you... Fred Weasely, is it?" Her eyes glittered with unknown amusement as she cocked her head to the side, looking at him. Said boy smiled coyly at her, moving aside to let her enter the shop farther.
"And Arthur Weasely," the girl continued stepping forwards. She bowed again, lower this time, smiling up at him. "It's an honor to meet you."
"Who are you?" the other boy said, standing up and moving to stand behind his father.
"Ah... George Weasely," the girl continued to smile. "I am blessed with the presence of three of the Weasely men... what pleasure!"
"Excuse me, Miss..?" the man, Mr. Weasely inquired, looking at her.
"Greu," she said politely, looking around the shop in wonder.
"Miss Greu," Mr. Weasely nodded to himself, making sure to remember that name. "Why um... why are you here?"
"I came seeking employment," she said, moving over to one of the shelves. Touching a box, she squealed in glee as it opened up, lighting up with fire and two little dancers. After a few moments, the dancers grew, and changed into little ghost-like forms, and dashed around the girl. They were meant to fly into her, giving her the ice-cold, sickening feeling of that when a ghost walks through you, but they didn't. After a few laps around her, they moved back to their box, and continued to dance.
"We don't have any to offer," Fred Weasely said, stunned at the appearance of the girl. "Sorry."
"'tis alright," she smiled at him, heading to the door. "There are more places to seek work..."
"Wait!" the other boy, George Weasely, said. The girl stopped, and looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Um..." George blushed slightly, the tips of his ears turning red. "Well... what sort of work would you be able to do?"
"Protection charms, minor healing spells, healing concoctions, and all wizard magic... why?"
"No, I meant what coul-"
"Protection charms?" Mr. Weasely interrupted. "Protection... against what?" The girl blinked up at him.
"Against most spells, but it collaspes under stronger ones... and, when harmed, whether deflected or not, it alarms myself, and depending on which charm I use, the Ministry of Magic."
"I'm sorry but we're not looking fo-"
"Your hired," Mr. Weasely inturrupted again. Both boys glared at their father. "I want you to place protection spells-"
"Charms."
"Sorry... protection -charms- on my boys, and this shop, to protect them against Deatheaters and You-Know-Who."
The girl frowned, and sunk into thought as the boys moved infront of her to glare at their father.
"No," Fred said on the right. "We don't need any protection."
"Yeah..." George said from the left. "We can hire her for help ya know!" This caused Fred to glare at his brother slightly, before turning back to his father.
"They wouldn't work," she said, snapping out of thought and looking at the three. "Alls they would be good for would be to alarm the Ministry."
"See?" Fred said. "She is of no help, what-so-ever."
"Now, now Freddie-boy..." Mr. Weasely said, smiling encouragely at the girl. "Let her work here... let her protect you... okay?"
"I don't think so," Fred muttered, moving to sit on the counter, away from the conversation. George looked at the girl, and smiled at her as well.
"Welcome," was all he said. "Um... what is your full name?"
"Shin Elizabeth Dawn Amelia Vee Greu," she rattled off, stretching out one of her long, skiny hands for him to shake.
"Thats a um... pretty long name..." George said, shaking it. Mr. Weasely just stood there, looking at her, more stunned now then ever.
"Your the new Auror... from Wales!" he said, astonishment etched deep into his voice. She only nodded. "But... but... why are you searching for work?"
"I need it," she said simply, blinking up at him. "For the summer... before I excort Draco Malfoy to Hogwarts."
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There was a sudden bolt of lightening outside. A morning storm... how fitting.
Another laugh, this one sounding faintly like bells. The hood dropped to the figure's shoulders, revealing the face of a young, beautiful girl. Dark, chestnut locks of wavy hair that disappeared in her cloak framed her face, almost hiding shining, crimson eyes. Both the twin boys and the father relaxed, colour coming back to their faces.
"Greetings," she said, bowing her head down. "I am pleased to meet you... Fred Weasely, is it?" Her eyes glittered with unknown amusement as she cocked her head to the side, looking at him. Said boy smiled coyly at her, moving aside to let her enter the shop farther.
"And Arthur Weasely," the girl continued stepping forwards. She bowed again, lower this time, smiling up at him. "It's an honor to meet you."
"Who are you?" the other boy said, standing up and moving to stand behind his father.
"Ah... George Weasely," the girl continued to smile. "I am blessed with the presence of three of the Weasely men... what pleasure!"
"Excuse me, Miss..?" the man, Mr. Weasely inquired, looking at her.
"Greu," she said politely, looking around the shop in wonder.
"Miss Greu," Mr. Weasely nodded to himself, making sure to remember that name. "Why um... why are you here?"
"I came seeking employment," she said, moving over to one of the shelves. Touching a box, she squealed in glee as it opened up, lighting up with fire and two little dancers. After a few moments, the dancers grew, and changed into little ghost-like forms, and dashed around the girl. They were meant to fly into her, giving her the ice-cold, sickening feeling of that when a ghost walks through you, but they didn't. After a few laps around her, they moved back to their box, and continued to dance.
"We don't have any to offer," Fred Weasely said, stunned at the appearance of the girl. "Sorry."
"'tis alright," she smiled at him, heading to the door. "There are more places to seek work..."
"Wait!" the other boy, George Weasely, said. The girl stopped, and looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Um..." George blushed slightly, the tips of his ears turning red. "Well... what sort of work would you be able to do?"
"Protection charms, minor healing spells, healing concoctions, and all wizard magic... why?"
"No, I meant what coul-"
"Protection charms?" Mr. Weasely interrupted. "Protection... against what?" The girl blinked up at him.
"Against most spells, but it collaspes under stronger ones... and, when harmed, whether deflected or not, it alarms myself, and depending on which charm I use, the Ministry of Magic."
"I'm sorry but we're not looking fo-"
"Your hired," Mr. Weasely inturrupted again. Both boys glared at their father. "I want you to place protection spells-"
"Charms."
"Sorry... protection -charms- on my boys, and this shop, to protect them against Deatheaters and You-Know-Who."
The girl frowned, and sunk into thought as the boys moved infront of her to glare at their father.
"No," Fred said on the right. "We don't need any protection."
"Yeah..." George said from the left. "We can hire her for help ya know!" This caused Fred to glare at his brother slightly, before turning back to his father.
"They wouldn't work," she said, snapping out of thought and looking at the three. "Alls they would be good for would be to alarm the Ministry."
"See?" Fred said. "She is of no help, what-so-ever."
"Now, now Freddie-boy..." Mr. Weasely said, smiling encouragely at the girl. "Let her work here... let her protect you... okay?"
"I don't think so," Fred muttered, moving to sit on the counter, away from the conversation. George looked at the girl, and smiled at her as well.
"Welcome," was all he said. "Um... what is your full name?"
"Shin Elizabeth Dawn Amelia Vee Greu," she rattled off, stretching out one of her long, skiny hands for him to shake.
"Thats a um... pretty long name..." George said, shaking it. Mr. Weasely just stood there, looking at her, more stunned now then ever.
"Your the new Auror... from Wales!" he said, astonishment etched deep into his voice. She only nodded. "But... but... why are you searching for work?"
"I need it," she said simply, blinking up at him. "For the summer... before I excort Draco Malfoy to Hogwarts."