A/N: Yo, its my first fic, so let me know what you think of it, okay?
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter, never have or will...Trust me, Ive tried.
"I thought Id never see this day..."Fred said sadly as George posted a help wanted sign in the window of their shop.
George agreed. "I know...I thought wed be enough to keep it running..."
They walked away slowly from the window back to their usual positions behind the counter. They didnt seem to have their usual enthusiasm today.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked into the shop, all smiling brightly. "Hello," they said in unison.
Fred and George barely waved. "Whatever..."
"Whats wrong?" Hermione asked.
Fred bent his head in shame. "The sign in the window..."
Harry walked out of the shop and looked at the help wanted sign. "Ouch..." he muttered, walking back to the others.
"What was it?" Hermione asked.
"Help wanted," Fred, George, and Harry said in unison.
Ron looked shocked. "Wha...huh...why?"
George glared at him for such an inconsiderate, as he thought it to be, question. "Because, dear Ronnekins, we cant keep this shop running on our own."
"Now if youll please move away from the counter," Fred started, "we have a customer."
The trio did as told.
A girl who looked a few years older than them and had long brown hair stepped up to the counter, laying down a box of Ton Tongue Toffees.
"Hello," she greeted the twins cheerfully. "How are you today?"
"Two Sickles," Fred told her.
George sighed. "Hey, Rayleigh. Not a good day."
Ron, Harry, and Hermione watched them, confused as to how they knew each other.
"Sorry to hear that," Rayleigh responded, handing Fred her money. "Is it because of the sign?"
They nodded.
Ron cleared his throat. "Ahem."
"Whaddya want?" Fred asked. "Were talking here."
Rayleigh turned and looked at the three, smiling. "You must be Fred and Georges brother...and his friends?"
Ron nodded. "Im Ron. This is Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."
"Pleasure to meet you three. Im Rayleigh Cheatam."
Hermione nodded. "Thats an interesting name."
Harry noticed that her eyes didnt automatically travel up to his scar, which was nice yet strange at the same time.
"Shes a regular here,"George supplied. "Really polite."
"Well, thanks for saying so," Rayleigh told him, her blue eyes moved around the space, examining the five others. "Well, how are you three?" This question was directed at the three younger ones.
"Fine," Hermione replied. Harry and Ron shrugged.
George nodded. "Well, Ron and company, unless you plan on buying, I suggest you leave."
Ron gave him a nasty glare and walked out with Hermione and Harry.
Once they were gone, Rayleigh turned around to face the twins. "So, where do I pick up an application?"
A/N: Yay! Me likey! What do you think? Let me know if you want or just leave it to my imagination to guess what you think. Eithers fine with me. Anyways, have fun and all that jazz.