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14 May 2008 @ 10:51 pm
A "Damsel" in Distress  
"That'll be fifteen galleons." The witch hands me the money and I give her the purchases. She chose some good ones. She said it would be used at a party and it's one I would go to. Though, if I were there, no one would be able to outprank me. A fact that was proven when Percy and I went out for pints. However, he actually found some of it funny, when usually he would have gotten mad. At one point, he said I went too far, which I told him isn't possible. The pranks haven't caused death or loss of limp yet.

I watch her leave then check the clock. It's a bit past closing, but I wasn't about to rush her. You can't rush picking the perfect prank. Now it is time to decide what to do next. Today, I decide to go to the Leaky Cauldron for something to eat. I usually go in a few times a week. Especially days like today when I end up working late.

I lock up the store and head for the Leaky Cauldron. I doubt I will have to order anything. Tom knows what I like and usually just choses one of those meals. I like the surprise.

I enter and see that it's not too busy to get a table, but it's clearly the dinner rush. I glance around and choose a table. I can wait a bit for a drink and food. I'm not in a hurry. Instead, I watch the people around the Leaky Cauldron. I get a lot of ideas for inventions by watching people. Usually watching someone and taking it a bit further, but it works well.

As I look around, I notice Tom seems to be a bit busy with one witch. He has the look of being slightly frustrated, but also appears to be actng kind to her. She on the other hand looks frustrated as well, but there seems to be an urgency to her. I can't hear the conversation, but from the way he's shaking her head and the sudden panic lighting up in her, it's not good.

I get to my feet. Tom's busy so I will go up and order my food and maybe see what's wrong with that witch. She not a regular here.
Current Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Velasca: Brain Hurtbah_velasca on May 15th, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)
I don't know what to do.

I have no galleons left, and tomorrow morning I'm out on my own.

I tried to see if the owner, Tom, would let me have some sort of job here, and with that let me stay. But he has no need for help. Although he's been very kind, he also is a little frustrated, as well as I.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to, it's just--"

"Miss," Tom interjects, "I'm not sure what's wrong, but that's the situation. Maybe you should head to St Mungo's..."

I feel sick at the thought of having to go there. I'm not sick or addled.. I just..

Have no idea who I am.

Someone takes the seat next to me at the bar, a wizard. "Hello Tom."

"George, " Tom greets the wizard. I rub one of my temples in frustration, and also to help stave off the building headache.

"Could have a usual number thirteen?" Then his voice drops a bit. "Something the matter?"

"Life," I answer morosely. "Life matters currently..."

"What about life?" he asks.

"Trying to find it," I mutter.

"Well, you seem to be walking, talking and breathing. What else do you need?"

Well that's a loaded question. The wizard has one point. I'm walking, talking and breathing for sure. So I suppose from a practical standpoint I shouldn't be completely freaked out. I could be dead.

But I'm not.

"How about my memory?" I ask, barely above a whisper.
George Weasley: pic#72228706bah_george on May 15th, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
Well, I can't say I was expecting that. I imagined wizard troubles maybe. Memory troubles are a bit more tricky.

"All of it?" I wonder if she was obliviated.

She nods, not looking over at me. But her hands are gripping her glass of water tightly.

"What do you know?"

Brown eyes expressing fear meet mine. "That I'm a witch. That I was originally in Paris. But I woke up... here."

"That's it?" I ask.

Frustration comes back into full force. "If there was anything else I would have mentioned it!"

"Woah, settle down," I hold up my hands as if it might stop her from lashing out again.

She exhales. "Sorry..it's just... whoever left me here only left enough for me to stay until tomorrow.. and I don't... I'm... I have nowhere to go, no memory.. nothing... People think I'm bent around the corner... I'm just..."

"Just confused," I answer with a nod.

"Extremely... and I don't know what to do, now that my time here is running out. I don't have the Galleons to continue paying for the room... but that really is the least of my worries... or should it be... "

"Do you have any ideas of what you are thinking about doing?" I ask, an idea forming.

"Pan handling is the only thing," she says but with the way her nose wrinkles with dislike, she doesn't seem to be considering it an option.

"There are other choices," I remark.

"What else is there for a witch who has no idea who she is?Who would want to take on that kind of baggage?" She gives me a look that's reminiscent of McGonagall when Fred and I played our first prank.

"Well, do you have a good sense of humor?" I ask, my idea growing. She doesn't seem to, but it could be stress. Though really, it's not too difficult an issue. Job wise, unless they need a name tag.

"I...I don't know...right now I don't think I do."

I nod. "Well, I've been thinking of taking on some help at my store." I have too. I just haven't gotten around to finding the right person. She might not be right, but she's a bit desperate.

"What store would that be?"

"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," I announce proudly.

She frowns. "Sounds familiar..." She winces then, rubbing her forehead. "And so does the headache."

"It's a store that focuses one some very crafty inventions," I grin.

Velasca: Sunlit Sadnessbah_velasca on May 15th, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
There's something about that grin.

I can trust it. And I can't.

And the name Weasley sounds familiar.. but I don't try to think why. Thinking why causes headaches.

"And you'd be willing to have me work there?" This seems... too convienent.

"Well, I'm twinless, half earless and you're nameless and jobless. It could work. Though you would need a name."

Despite myself, the way he says it, I want to laugh. I feel myself smile for a moment. "First off, I think I need your name. And does a roof over my head come with a job?" I must be crazy, but right now... I need some sort of security, and the Leaky Cauldron's will be disappearing tomorrow.

"It might. Or pay enough for here," he answers. "And I'm George," he offers his hand.

I hesitate for a moment. George. Weasley Wizard Wheezes... My head begins throbbing again, and I stop trying to analyze. I reach out and shake his hand. "No name for me to give you though."

"We could come up with something for you." He looks at me for a moment. "You need something that's not typical."

"Considering I don't think anything is typical at the moment..." I shrug.

"We'll get you a good one. And are you accepting a job? It's not for the faint of heart," he tells me.

I can't say no. I need something to help me keep me busy. To help me survive. And not everyone would do whathe is doing. I nod.
George Weasley: Smilebah_george on May 15th, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)

"Wonderful. You start tomorrow, bright and early," I grin. It will help to have someone else at the store, for busy times.

She eyes me with a mixture of gratitude and wariness. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Want to see the store?"

"I might as well, considering I'll be working there," She says, offering me a tentative smile.

"Tom, I'll be back for the food," I tell him, getting up from the bar. I hadn't intended on getting an employee, but maybe it will help.

He nods, and she gets out of her chair. She looks at Tom, offers an apology and turns to me. "I don't think anyone else would have done what you're doing."

"Call me a knight in shining armor," I laugh.