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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
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.