Chapter 8:
"Allison!" Fred called from the back, "Where's that package of bed lice?"
"I have no idea!" she replied, "That's not my job to find out where you put those sick jokes of yours."
"Hey! It's your job to test them!" George commented.
She laughed, "Indeed it is!"
Ginny and Moonshine walked in, each handing her a butter beer. She downed the first one and slipped the second into her purse, making sure her sealing charm had worked before she zipped it closed.
"Thanks." She said.
"No problem, it's the least I can do for you having to put with those two." Ginny said.
Moonshine nodded and pulled away from the counter as Neville entered and stared at her neon pink hair. Allison and Ginny broke into a fit of giggles when he finally left.
"It's not funny," Moonshine muttered, "I swear that he's stalking me."
"Everyone's stalking you, it's the hair," Fred said from next to Allison, "Now what do you want Guano?"
"It's Ginny, not Guano." Ginny said defiantly.
"Whatever, you're both the same thing." He shrugged.
"Excuse me?" she asked annoyed.
He smiled, "Didn't you know? Mum changed you from a piece of shit into the ratty girl you are today.'
"Fred, you smell like shit, so you shouldn't be talking." George said coming out of the backroom and wiping his hands on a rag.
"Okay," Fred teased, "so I don't have the best bathroom hygiene but-"
"NO MORE!" an older female voice called from the doorway.
They all turned and saw Mrs. Weasley in the doorway; Fred turned pink while George paled.
"I came to see how you're doing and I hear that you've forgotten how to use the bathroom properly?" she roared.
"Hello Mum." Ginny said pleasantly.
"Oh, hello dear," she paused then continued to verbally assault the twins, "AND WHAT ABOUT THIS POOR GIRL THAT YOU HAVE HERE WORKING FOR YOU? DOES SHE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?"
By that time George was back to normal, and gave his mother a warm smile, "Of course."
"WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DONG BEHIND MY BACK?"
"Nothing damaging." Fred said.
"I think." George muttered.
Moonshine had to stifle a giggle as Mrs. Weasley pulled her sons by their ears outside to yell at them. The three girls watched as her face turned all shades of red fury that sent the two boys inside with their heads bowed.
"I think that I'll have to stay for a while." She stated.
"WHAT?" the boys chorused.
"For quality control." She explained.
"That's what we have her for!" George exclaimed pointing to Allison.
"Hey! Leave me out of this!" she told them.
They both shrugged and returned to fending off the threat of their mother staying with them.
"What have you two been eating anyway?" she asked.
"Umm…"
"Not all the time at 'The Three Broomsticks' I hope."
"Umm…"
"BOYS!"
"Sorry, Mum."
"Have you been eating healthy?"
"No…"
"BOYS!"
"Sorry, Mum."
"Have you been putting money into a savings account like I advised?"
"Not really…"
"BOYS!"
"Sorry, Mum."
"Have you-" she started again.
"I'm sorry ma'am," Allison interrupted, "Do you want to try one of the relaxing candies your son made? It really works, they tested it on me."
She extended a tray of blue gummy-candies and Mrs. Weasley picked one up. She popped it into her mouth and instantly fell asleep. The two guys gawked at her.
"That's… that's incredible!" George exclaimed.
"Indeed, if the person is stressed it immediately lulls them to sleep!" Fred added.
"Do I get a 'thank you'?"
"Yeah, thanks." George said studying their passed out mother, "Umm… you can go home now."
"Oh… okay." Allison said ad left with Ginny and Moonshine.
" 'BOYS!' 'Sorry, Mum.'" Moonshine laughed when t a safe distance from the store.
"I know!" Allison commented, "I thought she'd be like, 'No thanks dear,' and then continue at top notch with yelling at them!"
"I love it when those two get in trouble." Ginny told them wiping a tear from her eye.