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A tinkling of chimes indicated someone had just entered the shop.

George looked up from rearranging the array of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' products in the back shelves to see a petite girl looking around, slightly lost. Her brown hair, held in a loose messy bun, fell about her oval face. Yet the way they accented her features – it was as if such were intended. Large, round eyes stared up like a lost little girl, innocent in their appeal. Their color was a perfect replication of the murky green-brown often seen in a dirty sea. In the sea, it was despicable. In her eyes, the color was enchanting.

"May I help you?" He asked, playing the part of the nice shopkeeper.
"Actually, yes. I'd like a job. A recent acquaintance, Ginevra, or Ginny rather, Weasley said that you guys might need help with someone in your family getting married soon?" Camila nervously stepped from foot to foot as she stared up at the slightly intimidating height of George Weasley.

"Ah, yes. Fred – my twin. Help would be good. And Ginny is my sister by the way. I'm George Weasley. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, George. I'm Camila. So, are there any job qualifications?" She relaxed only slightly at the young man’s polite words, but her eyes never wavered from a point off his shoulder. Looking him in the eyes was too daunting.

George pretended to think, "Yup. You gotta be a witch. You gotta have a sense of humor, preferably two. You gotta be creative. Nice with customers and that good stuff too. A bit of mischievousness doesn't hurt either. Qualify?"
“I think so," Camila nodded. She barely believed George Weasley was actually sane.

"Then you're hired!"

Formalities were cleared in a matter of minutes and the two lapsed into comfortable silence.

"Uh, do, you, um, have a contract or something?" Camila asked, feeling uncomfortable being so formal when minutes ago they were joking like old acquaintances.

"No." He dead-panned, looking straight at her.

She stared at him in shock.
That is, until she saw the corners of his mouth curve up slightly. Then Camila burst out laughing a little uncertainly, with George following not too long after. The two continued their hysterics, for no apparent reason, as the chimes trilled again.

"Georgiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!" Fred yelled, before noticing the young lady who was having trouble breathing, thanks to choking on a laugh at his surprise entrance…yes, it most definitely can happen.

"What did you do to her?" Fred asked, rushing forward to pat her on the back.

The girl shook her head and tried to say something, but she still hadn't caught her breath. Fred kept patting her back until she seemed alright. She stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Camila."

"Fred," the young man replied as he shook her hand, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with good humor.

“Gin recruited her to work for our shop-” George said.
“Oh, I trust Gin’s judgment. If it was you…” Fred trailed off as George directed a glare towards him.
“-since you’re getting married,” he finished.
His twin groaned, "Don't remind me." But, he had a large smile pasted on his face that implied otherwise.


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