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Harry felt very awkward and stood, contemplating what he should do. Bill had looked at him meangingfuly, and Harry hoped he wouldn't have to talk about him, for fear of him knowing about Ginny. So, he stood, watching them all without saying anything. |
Ron ordered for a soup and a glass of pumpkin juice from old Tom. He looked for a table, sat there and started gulping down the food down to his stomach. Feeling relieved, full in every second he swallow the food, he drank his juice and stood up for the men's room. Later, he exited from the bathroom and walked towards Tom. He gave some herbs to him, which the barkeeper had ordered earlier. He beamed him and left Leaky Cauldron. With a cracking sound, he disapparated. |
"With the exception of the sun and the beach, that sounds like a refreshing way to spend a week," he siad, intruiged though, he wondered about living like a Muggle. "Though, do you forgo magic altogether?" |
Ron apparated inside his own bedroom. Even though he was tired, he managed to clean up his room first before putting away some things he carried from work. He opened his bag and got a big unusual-shaped bottle filled with blue fluid. He shook it and it glowed. He placed it on a shelf besides his bed. He beamed at the wonderful sight and stripped off from his work clothes. After changing, he went downstairs to see his brother Bill and Guin talking with Harry and his mother. |
"The sun and the sand are nice. Really, Professor, the sun isn't that bad... but the sky over the ocean at night is lovely. As for forgoing magic, mostly its just Muggle cooking, which is quite enjoyable in small increments. Much like potion-making, I'm told. I'm only there for a week, so the clean up I just do magically at the end. But, yes, for the most part, I try to live without my wand. There's something about working with your hands that makes a task wholly your own." Again, she bit her lip and averted her eyes. Why was she talking so much? |
Snape looked at her quizzically as she bit her lip and glanced away. Shaking his head, he took another sip of coffee. "It sounds enjoyable enough. I dimly recall that muggle cooking is much like potion brewing," he said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes darting around the pub every so often. |
"Its relaxing, but I enjoy my work, so it isn't as if I really need a long break from the world," Tara watched him eye the pub with the tension of a cat ready to spring on a mouse as she finished their pie. "Well, I'm full and I'm tired. Are you ready to go?" She removed several Muggle bills from inside her robe and placed them on the table. Without waiting for his response, she turned and headed for the door. |
She was gone from the table before he could respond. Snape got up quickly and moved to the door. Opening it for her, he asked, "How much do I owe you?" |
Tara paused in the doorway, looking up at Snape's face with surprise. "You are an enigma, Professor. You fascinate and surprise me, and there isn't much that surprises me. That alone makes up for any small amount of Muggle money I might have paid for this meal. Consider it my treat for giving me a puzzle to solve." She exited the building and waited for him in the street, seeming not to notice the few stares her robes drew. |
Snape sighed and reluctantly followed her out the door. Just what he needed, another of his collegues trying to figure him out. It was bad enough with just the three of them; he really did not want to add a fourth. Though, if he could draw conclusions from just this brief time they had spent together, Snape figured he could count on Sinistra to at least refrain from badgering him. She seemed the type to observe from a distance and only make inquiries which were necessary and prudent, or simply sociable. He didn't see her becoming another McGonagall, poking him in the ribs while trying to drag some tidbit of information out of him as if he were still one of her students. "We should get off the streets as soon as possible," he whispered close to her ear as he came up behind her, noting the suspicious glances of the muggles. |
Tara started at the nearness of Snape's voice and turned her head quickly, nearly running into the man in the process. She kept her face mostly impassive, although she was feeling anything but after having hot air tickle her neck and ear and having that velvet voice purring right in her ear. Velvet voice? Tara scoffed at her silliness before realizing she was definitely staring at his mouth while contemplating said velvet voice. With an internal scowl, Tara marched out of the street and into an alleyway. "I'll see you at Hogwarts, Professor," she said with a half smile before she disappeared with a loud crack. |
Snape's hands reached out as Professor Sinistra nearly collided with him as she turned around, he was afraid she'd unbalance herself. They stood still for a moment... was she staring at his mouth? Snape shook his head as she marched off down the alleyway. She disapparated before he had a chance to respond. He was left alone in the alleyway and, he found himself actually feeling a bit disappointed and lonely. Shaking his head again, Snape dissapparated back to The Burrow. |
ooc: ok people, we're going to be fast forwarding a few days shortly, so let's wrap up these conversations. (Snape has appeared in the kitchen at the Burrow, just so ya know). |
Neville finished packng his belongings. He thanked Tom, the Innkeeper at the Leaky Cauldron, for allowing him to get out of his month lease so he could move in with Luna and Ginny. He made arrangements with some goblins to move his stuff down the street and headed off to work. That night he would be spending his first day above Fred and George's Joke shop. He unlocked the Graden Shop's door and turned on the lights and got ready for his day's work. |
ooc: We gave y'all 24 hours to finish stuff up. Hope you were done. Ginny sulked as she carried several huge bags while hurrying several steps behind the twins. They were working their way towards the apparation point in a small Wizarding street in Salem, Mass, and Ginny had been on her feet constantly for the three days the twins had made their mad dash all over the globe. "What I don't understand," she muttered loud enough for them to hear her, "is why I'm carrying all the bags myself and can't even shrink them." "Honestly, Gin, what silly wonders you wonder," George was relaxed after a few days spent on the road. He enjoyed the travel and exploration almost as much as he enjoyed owning the shop. "You can't shrink them because it might damage some of their magical properties. And you're carrying them because you're our employee and we pay you to do menial and degrading tasks we find unpleasent." They had reached the point, and George generously took one of the bags from his sister. "Ready to head home, Gin?" |
Fred took the other large case from Gin and gave her a wink. "On the count of three?" With a nod from the other two Fred began the countdown, "One...two...Three." And with that, the three Weasleys reappeared into their flat in London. Fred set down the suitcases with a thud and then sprawled right in the floor of the hallway. "Home sweet home." He took a long deep breath and then said to Ginny from the floo, "Gin....unpack the goods and send an owl to mum telling her we're back safe. George and I have other matters to take care of." Fred grinned widely at his little sis, then motioned towards the overly-packed cases to his left and right. |
Ginny kicked Fred in the ribs and lugged the two cases, as well as several smaller bags, towards the stairs. "Its possible that I hate the both of you right now. No, don't talk to me. I'm mad at you." Without another word, Ginny dragged the containers down the stairs and started to unpack them in the back room. She was hot and dirty when she finished, and she still had to send their mother an owl. Dear Mum - The twins and I have arrived home safely. Please watch the clock. When it says the twins are dead and I'm in prison, it means I've murdered them because they are complete, incurable gits and I'm doing the world a huge favor. Perhaps I'll receive a medal for it. Regardless, we're back at the shop and I believe the twins are sleeping while I'm manning the shop. If there was something horribly wrong with our genetic code that explains those prats, you would tell me, right? All my love, Gin George watched Ginny disappear with a half-smile on his face. "Nice work, Fred. What exactly is it that we have to accomplish? I hope it involves a pillow and my pajamas." |
Massaging his ribs and still cursing Ginny, Fred got to his feet. "Yes yes...sleep of course....but, George my fine brother we mustn't forget that we have a sister in love with our little brother's engaged best friend. Why do I feel like I'm in the middle those Muggle shows...what are they called?....Soapies? Something like that. Anyways, " Fred put his arm around George's shoulder, "let's get dressed for bed...give Dobby that Muggle apple pie recipe thing and then see what Ginn's up to....see if she....tries to contact a certain messy haired hunk." Fred pretended to fan himself and then laughed at his own sarcasm. "So....I'll race you to the bedroom?" Fred took off, then stook his foot out, tripped George then tore off to get his PJ's on, laughing the whole way. |
George raced after Fred, knowing it was a lost cause but enjoying the run anyway. He put on his own pajama pants, complete with rotating sombreros and dancing chili peppers. George had picked them up at a small Wizarding curio shop in Mexico City last fall, and he kept hoping he could figure out the charm that made them work and add something that made the chilis sing "Cielito Lindo." In the meantime, they were wicked comfortable. After being in his pajama bottoms and a Cannons t-shirt, George scrounged in the refridgerator for some pumpkin juice and fell onto the couch. Fred appeared a moment later and joined him. "So, what did you have in mind? You want to spy on Gin or you want to intercept Harry's mail? Or maybe we could just send our own letter to Harry...?" He grinned evilly. |
Fred's tummy grumbled as he came in after George."Where is that house elf? I would ask Ginny to make me something, but I'm afraid she might give me another kick. Maybe I'll try myself...." Fred looked mischieviously toward the kitchen. "Yes..I shall make us a late night snack, or rather attempt to, then we can stalk Ginny for a bit." Fred moved to the kitchen. This was the kind of thing George was much better at, but Fred was determined to make a big nice apple pie...or at least something similiar. He waved his wand about and a few pots and pans flew about. Fred played in the flour a bit, completely covering the kitchen in a white haze before it was all over. He stuck whatever he could in the pan, and stuck it in the oven. "Hmm...ok George my boy, let's go see what lover girl is up to. I'll let...um....my snack thing cook for a while." Fred shook his head and flour went everywhere again, and the two stalked off to look for Ginny. |
Harry woke up in his one bedroom flat late, knowing this was the last day of his week off work and he would have to be getting up early next week and the week after... He pulled himself out of bed and flattened his hair, seeing himself in a mirror. This was pointless, because he was heading to the bathroom to take a shower. As he let the water flow over him, he remembered that today Ginny got back from her little expedition with Fred and George to get supplies. He smiled and stepped out of the shower, pulling a towel around his waist and walking over to the sink to finish grooming himself. He went out for breakfast at a nearby cafe, but thought it might have been better if he had gone to Diagon Alley for breakfast, so he might just happen to run into Ginny. He didn't want to seem to deperate about the situation. Around noon, his thoughts getting the best of him, apparated to Diagon Alley and wandered about, completely disregarding what Mrs. Weasley had told him the day before about being out alone. |
Dobby heard the clatter in the kitchen, thinking that burgulars were invading knowing that the was no way either of the twins would set foot in the kitchen, he appeared near the stove with a small pop and was immediately covered in a shower of white flour. He truned around finding the rom empty but felling the heat coming from the oven, he instinctively opend it and quickly grabbed out a pan with nothing more than several pieces of what looked like whole apples, sticks of butter still covered in plastic, a box of raisins, some type of gooey liquid and a pile of the same white flour he was wearing. "Dobby has no idea what dark magic his masters is brewing but Dobbys will fix it," he announced to the empty room. And he began making two very large cinnamon and apple pies. In no time at all the room began carrying the wonderful aromas of baked apples as Dobby magiced the mess away. |
Ginny finished her tasks and, assuming Dobby was around to run the shop, ran upstairs to clean up. Several of the twins' vials had spilled on her, plus general dustiness and the yuck from living out of a trunk had accumulated, and she was glad to step under the spray. Once she was clean, she ran to her room and threw on a pair of jeans and her Holyhead Harpies t-shirt. Before she ran out of the room, she had the sudden thought that Harry might stop by, so she charmed her hair dry and spent several long moments trying to make it look like something more than a frizzy red mane. "She isn't here," George complained, looking about the shop. "In fact, no one is here. Who's manning the till?" He looked towards the door and discovered it was, in fact, closed and locked. "Oh," was all he said. "Well, since we're having a bit of a lie-in today, care to go find some breakfast and look for our lovely sister, Fred?" |
Fred nodded then turned back to the stairs and took them two at a time. When he and George reached the top of the steps, Fred stopped dead and stuck his arm out to stop George as well. "Do you smell that? Do you smell that for real George? It's smells....heck George that smells good and I made that! And mother thinks I'm hopeless," he said rolling his eyes. "Do you think I should turn it off? Or turn it up? Or left? Hmm..it smells like it's doing fine, so let's just go find Ginny first, then we'll have a feast on culinary arts of one Fred Weasley. " George agreed, and they knocked once on Ginny's door and let themselves in. "Ginny darling....Ginny my sweet? Where are you?" |
Ginny heard the twins calling her, and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of having to go back down to the store after lugging boxes and bags after them all day, everyday for the past three days. "I've earned some overtime," she grumbled to herself, just before she apparated out of the apartment with a loud crack. |
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