Title: The Magic of Fashion
Written by: Jackie Papillion
Pairing: George/OC
Rating: Teen (For swearing and such)
Chapter Name: The Contract
Disclaimer: Nope, sorry to disappoint, I am not J.K.
2nd Disclaimer: Sasha Timbers (the character I mentioned in the character info) belongs to my bestest friend fanny-kun. (Pssst, check out her stories!) Also, she helped me write this story.
Jenny had just arrived at the magazine's headquarters with George. She was amazed to see what famous models George had snagged for the magazine. His sister, Ginny was one of them. She was one of the top models in the country, yet she stayed with her brother.
Wow, I can definitely see the family resemblance. They're both gorgeous! Jenny thought to herself. No! I can't have these thoughts about my new boss!
George noticed her face, scrunched up deep in thought. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" He asked interestedly.
"Uhm, uh, nothing! No, uh, just what a great opportunity this is! Uh, yeah..." Jenny blurted out, blushing.
"Uh, 'kay." George said, raising an eyebrow. Hethought, she's definitely a strange one. Oh well, the best always have their weird quirks.
Jenny smiled and continued walking straight into the headquarters. Whenever she passed models she recognized she would stare at them in awe then blush and look away. George followed behind her, yelling orders at people every so often. But mostly he was interested in observing his newest model's facial expressions.
"So, Jen, I think it's time to put you to work."
"Don't, whatever you do, don't call me Jen!" Her sudden mood change caught the Weasley off guard. Then she calmed down and her face turned scarlet in embarrassment. "Sorry about that, it won't happen again. So what did you want me to do?"
George paused for a moment, her outburst almost causing him to forget what he was about to say. He remembered after he gathered his wits together. "See that guy over there? His name's Howard Hoogenboom, you've probably heard of him. He's a famous designer from Germany. I want you to go over there, he knows you're starting today and he has something picked out for you already. Put it on and get made up. Then come over to me when you're finished. I'm going to put you on the 'runway' for you to walk and pose, we'll take pictures and if they're good they'll be in the next issue."
"What? The next issue? Wow..." Jenny took the moment to be excited, and then she walked over to where a man was yelling at a model. As she was watching them, her excitement quickly turned into nervousness by the time she was halfway there.
"We've been through this, Bertha! Your opinion doesn't matter. I'm the designer and what I say goes, got that?" The young man, who Jenny presumed to be Howard, spoke with a heavy German accent and he had an angry look on his face. The model who he was yelling at merely looked bored, even though there was disgust in her eyes.
"I'm not wearing this. Look how fat this dress makes my ass look! I refuse to be in a worldwide magazine with the butt the size of Italy!" Then Bertha's blue eyes drifted over to Jenny, who was standing still and was uncomfortably watching the scene unfold. "You're a pretty girl, and you look pretty sensible too. Tell the truth, this dress makes my ass look huge, right?"
"Uhm..." Before Jenny could think up an answer she was spotted by Howard Hoogenboom and he clapped his hands together excitedly.
"At last, you're here!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her off to where several other girls were getting their makeup done. They walked past them and went to where some girls were trying on really extravagant dresses. Then he held out an elegant topaz gown and handed it over to her. "Get dressed!"
"Oh, uh, okay." Jenny rushed to get the dress on, feeling extremely embarrassed that she was in her bra and panties with 20 people in the room. The gown fit perfectly and clung to her every curve. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought "Daaaaaaaamn! I look good!"
"Oh good, you're dressed. Now to hair and makeup." Hank said as her pushed her to the hair and makeup room. "Felicity! Use the Covergirl makeup and give her a French twist."
"Hmmm, a new girl, huh? Pretty." A stunning woman, presumably Felicity, said with a smile. Jenny thought that the woman should've been a model, not just a stylist. She told her so.
"No hun, I'm way too old to be a model now." Felicity laughed out.
Jenny was curious. "How old are you?"
"31" She replied. Jenny was gobsmacked. This woman was fucking gorgeous! And she was only 31. She definitely should be a model. Jenny began to think maybe the modeling industry would be a little tougher than she originally thought.
A/N: Yeah, I know, I love using bold. Is this chapter long enough? I hope so. Tell me in a review, cough cough Smiles innocently Actually, I won't continue unless 2 people review! My best friend is sure to review, so I only need one other person! So review and you shall receive a new chap!