Some how, when Verity woke up, it wasn't in her flat. she was laying down on her stomach on a very comfortable couch with a warm blanket draped over her shoulders. When she realized she wasn't in her bed, she jumped up and made sure she was fully dressed.
ok, shirt, jeans, even my belts still on. Ok I'm good. Wait, where's my magenta robe? Oh, there it is. Wand, wand, oh here it is. she rummaged through the pockets in her robe.
"But where the hell am I?"
"In our humble abode," Fred said from the kitchen.
Last night came tumbling back. She had fallen asleep at the desk in the back. Fred and George must have brought her up here. They do live right above the store.
Verity looked around. Their flat was huge! The living room had two couches and flowed smoothly into the kitchen, which was a step above the living room. From the kitchen was four doors. One where loud snores could be heard.
"I like, I like," Verity said, sitting down on one of the counter stools. She yawned, "so what's for breakfast?"
"No idea," Fred looked in several cabinets, "hmmm, not much to choose from…" Verity caught a glimpse of a spider web in one.
Verity sighed, "Be right back." And she Apparated with a Pop!
George came out of his room right after Verity left. "Food?" he grumbled, he was no way a morning person.
"I think Verity left to get some," his twin answered.
George nodded before slumping into the same chair that Verity just vacated, "Good."
Verity stood in front of a large shelf of food in the supermarket. peas? No. Fries? Yes, but wrong timing. Bacon? Sure why not? Flour? Probably gonna need that. Frozen Waffles? Thank god! Wait, do the twins like waffles? her stomach grumbled, they'll just have to deal.
10 minutes later Verity was back in the twins flat above the store. And another 10 minutes later they were eating breakfast.
"Glob bwes tu, Cerivy," George said. Verity and his twin waited for him to swallow.
"I mean, God bless you Verity."
Verity just smiled through a mouthful of waffles.
At 9, Fred and George left to go open the store.
"You might want to make your self more decent," Fred said as she was about to follow them out.
"Your hair's a mess," He twin agreed, throwing her the keys to the flat.
Verity caught the keys and just glared at them from the door way as she watched them go down the stairs. "Bastards," she mumbled before going back inside.
She went into the kitchen and tried to find the bathroom. She tried all of the four doors. Two were clearly the twins' rooms. One was a guest bedroom filled with boxes upon boxes, and the last was finally the bathroom.
Verity washed her face and tied her short hair in low pigtails, tucking her wand behind her right ear. She straightened her shirt and put on he robe before heading out the door. She was about to lock it when an idea popped into her head and a mischievous smile spread across her face. She ran back inside and into the spare bedroom. She rummaged through the boxes and found what she was looking for.
"What took you so long?" Fred asked as he finished up re stocking shelves.
"Oh," Verity said as she started to help, "Couldn't find my…my…my wand!" Verity had a brilliant mind for ideas and sports, but never for academics and especially lying.
"Oh yeah, we put in your robes," Fred said, looking at her smiling slightly. "You can't sleep with those things behind your ear, you know"
"Yeah, I know," she said, hoping her acting was convincing, "So Olivander boarded up hu?"
"Bummer hu?" George said, coming out of the back room. "Best wands around"
"I used to work there"
"Yeah? How?" Verity had just moved from America a year ago. She was their first employee and her first bosses in England.
Verity nodded, "Long story."
Hmmm…I kinda lost my touch at the end. Don't worry, next chp'll be good. Promise!