Guess what readers? I just got done ordering my very own Sweeney Todd copy off of Tim Burton's Sweeney site! So, I'll have more experience. It will be here in three day's so…I'll update soon! I have a question, do you think it would be appropriate if I had Mr. Todd give Genevieve a small trim. I mean, I know barbers do only men but, that doesn't mean that Sweeney can't help Genevieve can it? Let me know!

Genevieve's POV

Over the next few days Mrs. Lovett and I helped Mr. Todd prepare for the opening of his shop again. When the shop was all cleaned, a man was hired to paint a sign for him. Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor, that's what was painted. And finally, it was opening day, and asked me to uncover the sign, which I did with a huge pull of the sheet that covered it. The sheet flowed gracefully to the ground, flapping and sailing in the gentle England breeze towards the cobblestone street. Applause was heard from below, it was Mrs. Lovett and .

As soon as the shop was open, we all ate pies in the shop, as always. We then sat on the small porch outside the pie shop, just waiting for customers. I sat in a small wicker chair, my feet up on a barrel of what was once beer, I'm sure it was flat by now. Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd sat at my right, also in wicker chairs, talking about the sea.

"I've always wanted to go to the sea," said Mrs. Lovett. "But Albert would never let me," she admitted, her eyes becoming slightly downcast. "I- Who is that?" she gasped, standing from her chair, and looking across the street.

Across the street, was a tall man with a mustache. He strode cordially towards us, with a small boy behind him. I could've sworn that I recognized the boy's blue jacket. He had long, brass curls, and a small hat on his head. The man wore a very foreign-looking outfit.

He approached us.

"Hello, I am Senor Piralli, are you the one they call 'Todd'?" the man asked. I could tell from his accent that he was not from England, like Mrs. Lovett, Mr. Todd, and I. Why, I believe he's Italian!

Mr. Todd got to his feet. "I am," he said, a little obnoxiously. "How may I help you?" he asked.

Senor Piralli quirked a brow, then, sniffled. "I hear that you are quite the man with a razor. Your shop has just opened, has it not?" he asked smoothly.

"It has," exclaimed Mr. Todd.

"Well, I am requiring a shave. Would you be so kind?"

"Of course," replied Mr. Todd.

Senor Piralli gestured to the boy. He took off his hat and jacket, and handed it to him. "Hold onto this lad," he hissed. "Don't drop it."

We watched as Mr. Todd escorted the Italian man into his shop. Mrs. Lovett followed behind.

I approached the little boy. " 'Ello," I said, kindly.

The boy looked skinny. And I felt stupid when I finally realized who it was. Why, it was the boy who was selling the elixirs.

" 'Ello," he said.

"Are you 'ungry?" I asked, gesturing to his skinny figure.

"Pardon me?" he asked, flabbergasted.

I raised my brows. "Are you 'ungry?" I asked.

He nodded. "Where on earth are we going to get food out here?"

I giggled. "Not out here! That lady that was with Mr. Todd, that's Mrs. Lovett, me boss-," I made a small sweep around the porch, gesturing my raised hand at her shop-" and this is 'er pie shop. I can get you a pie, if you'd like one."

Suddenly, he dropped Senor Piralli's effects on the ground. "Please," he said.

I flicked my head toward the door. "C'mon then, fresh meat pies await us."

We smoothly entered the shop. As I advanced to the counter, he stood awkwardly in the doorway. He must have been surprised at how dusty the place was. Poor Mrs. Lovett hardly had any customers at all.

"Sit you down, Boy," I said sweetly.

He took a seat at one of the tables. I quickly brought him a warm meat pie, which he dug his face into. Funny, I had never seen someone devour a meat pie in how fast he managed to do it, even if they weren't that great. I quickly got him some gin. "What's your name?" I asked, putting the glass on the table next to him.

"Toby," he replied, his mouth full of meat pie.

"Well, Toby, explain me this. How on earth are you blond while your father 'as black hair?" I asked.

He swallowed his mouth full of pie. "'E's not me father. I work for 'im. I 'elp him sell elixirs," he admitted.

"Oh," I said. I found this boy peculiar. He seemed much more familiar than what I remembered from the elixir sale. He looked as if I had seen him sometime before. "Anyway, my name's Genevieve. Genevieve Willoughby," I said.

Toby gasped. "Your not Lovett's daughter?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Good heavens, no. I wish I was though, she's a sweet lady. It's sad, everyone judges her by her looks. I think she's beautiful," I said.

He nodded. "That she is."

I nodded. "So, what's the story with your 'air?" I asked, referring to his brass curls.

He flipped off hi hat, and grabbed his hair, and lifted it off his head. "It's a wig," he said, ruffling his head full of actually brown curls. "I 'ate wearin' that thing. Makes me 'ead itch terrible."

Just then, Mrs. Lovett's re-entered the shop. " 'Ello, dearies," she greeted.

I stood up. "Mrs. Lovett, this is Toby. I gave 'im a pie, I 'ope you don't mind. 'E was lookin' mighty hungry-," I trailed when she cut me off there.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said, waving her hand. She made a quick sweep over to the oven, and threw some more pies in to bake. I admired the way she smoothly did so. The next thing I knew, she was sitting beside me drinking gin with Toby and me. "What a day, what a day," she said. "I think Mr. Todd's goin' to do quite fine with 'is shop," she said.

All I did was nod. I then turned my attention to watching Toby eat.

A while passed, and Toby was worried that Senor Piralli would miss an appointment of some sort, so, he bolted from the pie shop.

"Genevieve, be a dear and take the pies out while I go fetch the lad," Mrs. Lovett said, as she flew out the door after Toby.

I gulped. Never had Mrs. Lovett asked me to do anything involving the oven. Then again, why am I so afraid? I'm a werewolf, and isn't that scary enough? I charged over to the oven, and opened it. Quickly, I reached in to grab the tray. I took it out without ease, and set it on the counter. I closed it, and paused. I smelled burning fur, or rather, hair. I quickly ran over to the window, and stared at my reflection. The ends of two of my biggest tendrils were on fire! I screamed. I fell on the floor and began crying out. I closed my eyes, when a voice was heard.

"Genev- MY GOD!" said the female voice.

The next thing I knew, a whole lot of water fell coolly onto my face.

Someone's hands were placed on both sides of my face. "You're alright, Lovett's here." It was Mrs. Lovett! "It's gone," she cooed.

I lay there in a bit of shock and turmoil. Mrs. Lovett sat me up, and began examining the hair that had been burnt. "C'mon, let me 'elp you," she said.