georgeweaslcyy.
status: open !
location: weasley wizard wheezes, diagon alley
see, this was what george hated - the shop was packed to the brim all day with magical folk of all ages, eager to see the weasley’s new invention for themselves. however, as the day grew close to an end, and the sky became increasingly darker in colour, the streets of diagon alley emptied out, slowly but surely. people were eager to return home, as to not be caught off-guard by something ( or someone ) sinister lurking in the streets at night, so they passed by weasley wizard wheezes quickly, without throwing the shop another glance.
not that george was complaining about not having to work his arse off the whole day - but as customers left, and the shop grew silent, apart from the whirring of an invention or the sizzling of a firework here and there, it also grew increasingly difficult to ignore one’s own thoughts. and so geroge often spent the last couple hours of his working day sat on the stair up to the first floor with a pint in his hand, thinking about fred. thinking about how everything had been so much easier, and so much more fun, with his twin still around.
the sound of a bell ringing ripped george out of his thoughts. someone had entered the shop - highly unusal, even though it was two hours before closing time - and he sighed. “ we’re closed, sorrry mate. “, he yelled into the general direction of the other person, before adding, “ unless you’re sure you want to buy something? cause then we’re open. “
Angelina realized that she had become the very thing she hated. She had become accustomed to routine and her whole life felt like it was always a bore between waking up and going to work and repeating it all over again. She felt this strange weight on her shoulders lately that had her dragging her feet as she walked from time to time but with the times being as they were, it was to be expected right? Still... it wasn’t a feeling she was fond of. It made her miss Quidditch. It made her miss the excitement of it all. The thrill of not knowing what was going to happen next. What the match would bring. To this day, Angie curses herself constantly for the mistakes she made and now has to live with. She figured that she might pay an old friend a visit. Someone she hadn’t seen in some time. Angie snuck in slowly as she noticed there wasn’t that many people around the shop, she peeked around before she heard his familiar voice, “Darn.. here I thought I still had two hours.” She chuckled, “Where you hidin’ at, George?”













