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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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This is a really good beginning. Keep up the good work, and Pams!

Thank you ~*just_me(lily_evans)*~ for reviewing! Here's the next part:

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Looking out from the window, George spotted his new employee hurrying down the street with a little girl.
The girl looked like a mini version of Camila herself. She was no older than 9 and she tugged repeatedly at Camila’s beige muggle skirt, trying to get her to speed up. Finally, she gave up and skipped ahead. Only when she’d run two shops past Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes did she realize she didn’t know which shop Camila was taking her to.

Finally, the pair entered.

"Hey!" George greeted enthusiastically. Instead of asking Camila about the younger girl, he bent down on one knee and opened a small box that he seemed to pull out of nowhere.
"What's in that?" The girl asked, hesitantly taking a step closer. Her eyes betrayed her curiosity. Camila watched the younger girl lovingly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw George glance up at her, causing her to duck her head slightly.

"Why don't you come see?" George answered a slightly mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

As suggested, the young girl took the box from his hand and opened it curiously, in one clumsy motion. A flower popped out, like a Jack-in-the-box would. The young girl bent down to sniff the pretty pink flower, and it squirted water all over her face! She shrieked slightly at stared at George. “I don’t like you,” the girl said bluntly.

He laughed good-naturedly at her comment while Camila reprimanded her for being rude.

Slightly disgruntled, the little girl said “Sorry” to George, not meaning it at all. But then she surprised both of them by asking, "Can I keep it?"

"Sure," George laughed, and then waved his wand, quickly wiping away all the water. He stood up, and with a look aimed at Camila, picking up the young girl along with him.

"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"Tinsel," she answered, scrunching up her nose. “It’s decoration.”

"That's a very pretty name," he told her; smirking at her expression. Then he asked Camila, "You look so much like her...but, you're too young to be her mother...right?"

There was a small hint of some emotion Camila couldn’t identify in his voice.

"Right," she smiled back at him. "Selly is my sister. I just wanted you to meet her since she'll be coming in here with me from time to time…if that’s okay. Our parents died when I was 15."

"I'm so-" George started, placing a hand on her shoulder, but was cut off.

"Don't be. I'm not."

He stared at her, aghast, but she didn't continue. "How can you say that?"

"You didn't know my parents. Selly, come on, time for school," Camila ignored George's further questions as she reached for her sister. Selly, however, buried her head in George's shoulder and refused to budge. For a second, Camila wondered how it would feel were she to assume the same position as her sister. After all, George was certainly one of the best-looking men she'd ever set eyes on and, although he wasn't a body-builder, he had a lean and muscular physique.
Finally, Selly yielded. "But I don't want to go to that horrible school!" She said. When Camila held here in her arms, Selly demanded she be put down because she wasn't a little kid anymore.

"But you didn't have any objections when George was carrying you," Camila protested, liking the way his name rolled off her tongue. She reprimanded herself, trying to control wayward thoughts.

"That's 'cause it would be rude to tell George to put me down. You said I'm not supposed to demand stuff when I don't know somebody." Selly said impatiently. "And I don't want to go to Mrs. Hossa!"
“Selly, come on!” Camila snapped, slightly fed up. She sighed to calm herself, and then said, “You know I’m trying to transfer you out of that school. Be good and they won’t beat you. Just a few more days, okay?”

George opened his mouth, a million questions swirling in his head about the school and their parents, but then Camila him the most bittersweet smile he had ever seen. His words dried on his tongue.

"I'll be back for my shift at 10!" She called over her shoulder, holding Selly's hand as the bells chimed once more and they left.


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This is excellent! Consider yourself subscribed...LOL
Keep up the wonderful writing!
~Shan
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ooooo, this is soo cool! I love George or Fred fics. PAMS!!! I am so subscribing.
Jessica

ooo. Suspense. Why didn't Camila like her parents? oh, well, she's falling for George! yay. Pams
<3~Josey

Thank you Shan, Jessica, and Josey! I love y'all for reviewing.

Josey...you're right about the suspense. You'll see. I have to say it's kind of predictable, but whatever. My story. I can do what I want.

I'm Addie btw.

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When Camila returned at ten, she found the shop brimming with customers. While Fred was indeed present, George wasn’t. Of course, this was what she assumed unless George had changed from his dark gray sweater into a bright red t-shirt. Deducing from what she had seen of the twins, they were identical, from the tips of their fingers to the twinkle in their eyes.

“Camila!” Fred yelled in relief when he spotted her.

She made her way towards him, gently trying to part the people in her way and muttering “excuse me” at least 10 times before she made it across the store.

“Need help?” Camila barely had time to finish her question before Fred chucked a clipboard towards her. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Camila took a look at the top page on the clipboard. It was basically a map of the store, with messy labels pointing out the locations of each item.

A slight tugging on her skirt, not unlike Selly this morning, caused Camila to glance down. The girl tugging looked to be about 7, with two blond pigtails and a pale blue sundress.

“Where’s the F-Nappers?” She asked.

Camila smiled and said, “Just a minute.” She glanced back down at her clipboard, eyes quickly scanning the sheet. Although the girl was so much younger, that didn’t matter. This young girl was her first customer, and it being her first day on the job, she was nervous.

Not too long after, what appeared to be the girl’s mom appeared by her side.

“Anita, what are you doing?”

“Looking for F-Nappers,” she answered her mom, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.

Camila refocused her attention on the map. After a few more moments, she felt tension gnawing at the pit of her stomach as she could not find anything by that name in this store and both the girl and her mother were staring at Camila.

“Uh, I’m sorry. Just a minute, I’ll ask the owners of this store…” She walked towards Fred.

“What’s up?” Fred asked as the register popped out the change he needed to return to the customer. The old man, who looked quite out-of-place in this shop, took his bulging bag, smiled, and quickly left.

“Uh, this girl...she’s asking for F-Nappers and I can’t find them on this map!”

Fred chuckled and said, “I take it you’ve never visited any one of the Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes franchises before.”

“No…why?”

“One of our most popular products is called Freak-Napes. Basically, it decorates the back of people’s necks with insults. Anyway, George wrote them as “Freak” on the map, so look for that,” Fred instructed, while taking a small box from the next customer and bagging it, ringing up the total amount due.

“Oh,” Camila muttered before making her way back, feeling stupid. “But why would any 7 year-old’s mom let her child buy such a product?” She wondered. The girl could not come up with a reasonable explanation for this, but soon lost that train of thought as she spotted where she had left the mother and daughter.

They were no longer standing there.

“Dammit!” She swore under her breath, turning around. Luckily, her eyes caught the back of two blonde pigtails standing right under the shelf labeled “Freak Napes.” She heard the mom instruct her daughter “No keeping them, okay? Just hand them over to your cousin and don’t promise her any gift again.”

Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes’ newest employee felt a small smile tugging at her lips as she turned towards her next customer.

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Aww...first days at a new job is terrifying! I absolutely love the character of Camilla you've created!

*shakes Addie's hand* Thanks for the wonderful reading material!

i love this story. did you start writting it and then stop? i swear i have read it before.... lol
~tina

Ekk, what a way to start the first day.
hehehe, I am willing ot bet that she isn't going to give them to her cousin. I wouldn't. lol PAMS!
Jessica

Thanks for the fact . . . um . . . any more? JK.
YEAH! You might post today/tomorrow. PAMS!! Please!
Jess

You like the facts? Alright, how about this...I'll post one new fact with every update of the story. That sound good? Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, but I'm just editing the post right now. It'll be up soon. ( btw, I'm Desi too. Just thought you should know!)

Yeah, that's fine (about Camila - I know it's hard to notice). I know! I mean, I don't claim to have perfect spelling/grammar, but I do my level best. However, it seems as if some people don't try. And I really don't like that. If you're trying, I'm fine with it. In fact, I'll even help you out if I can.

Wow, a very frequent reader, aren't we? I'm glad. Anyway, here is the promised update. Hope it doesn't disappoint!

Random Fact #2: In my experience, I have found many commonly misspelled words. However, probably the most irritating incorrect spelling (at least for me) occurs in the word definitely. That's how it's spelt. D-E-F-I-N-I-T-E-L-Y. There is no "a" in definitely. None. Think of finite or infinite, and use that as a base to help you spell definitely.




Two hours later and completely exhausted, Camila collapsed on a chair behind the counter. Fred smiled sympathetically at her and offered her a glass of water.

“Not bad for your first day, huh?” He commented while calculating the final sales of that morning.

She merely nodded, not having the energy to speak. However, she did gulp down the glass of water, feeling the freshness of the drink ease against her throat and satisfy her parched throat.

After a few more moments spent in comfortable silence, she regained enough energy to ask the question that had occurred to her several times since she came back. “Where’s George?”

“Doing to fun part – accounting.” Fred’s eyes danced with amusement, telling her it was anything but the fun part.

“Can’t you just do that all on the computer?” She asked.

“A com-what?” Fred exclaimed, baffled.

Camila shook her head, clearly saying “never mind.”

Fred stared at her mock-accusingly, before looking up. “God, can you hear me? I swear, the connection these days…anyway, you won’t believe this! Camila thinks a com-thing is too complicated for me to understand, just because as it can do 17 times 5 faster than me and add up all our sales of Freak-Napes. God, are you hearing me? Hello!” He frowned. “I need to switch to a better plan; this is giving me a headache.”

By this time, Camila was doubled over in silent laughter. He merely grinned at her. The two passed some more moments in easy silence before the girl got up. She suddenly felt guilty for just sitting on the job when there was obviously a lot that could be done.

“What do you need me to do?” She queried Fred, looking around at the deranged shelves and some materials strewn carelessly in the backroom. During the course of the morning, the two had to restock the shelves several times.

Fred looked up at the mess she had just glanced at, and then waved his hand. “Nah, that won’t take more than 5 minutes with the right charms and spells. Why don’t you go up to see if George needs help? Even to this day, he still needs to write it down to multiply out 72 times 4. He probably fell asleep over there.”

As predicted, George was indeed asleep. He looked so peaceful though, Camila was hesitant to disturb him. Instead, she picked up the book covered with scribbled numbers and began looking over the accounts from previous weeks. They were quite impressive. She knew their store was doing well, but she was not aware of the extent of their good-business. George’s simple and sweet manner and the twins’ good humor made them appear very down-to-earth, not a pair of wizard millionaires.

Eventually, she found the accounts George had been working on today. Almost immediately, her mathematically trained eyes spotted some simple addition mistakes. Picking up his quill, Camila neatly drew a line through the 293, and started working. Within a few moments, she felt perfectly comfortable. In a new place, with new people and old worries, the congruency of arithmetic throughout the world came as a welcome relief.

Yeah, I know. I saw the Hindi Mod thing, so I guess as much.
Hehe, George sleeping. Why am I not surprised? pams!
Jessica

Wonderful post! I love the twins and don't get to read many fics about them. Camila (I spelt it right this time! LOL) is also a wonderful character! I love the fact that we're finding things out about her slowly, and not all in one hit.
Keep up the awesome work! I'm loving the story...
Shan
XoXo

*hits head* I keep forgetting about that thing!

haha, George is so adorable. I'm falling in love with him by writing him. Is that weird or what?