It's Better If You Do
Dix-Huit.
“No! That is not where that goes,” Bellamy exclaimed as she hurried over to a child who was just seconds away from jamming a fake wand up his nose. She quickly pulled his hand, and the wand, away from his nose. He looked a bit cross with her but she straightened up and placed the wand to the side. “Once you buy it, you may do as you wish with it, but I must ask that you not shove the merchandise up your nose.” The boy merely stared up at her, the gaggle of kids around him glancing between the two of them anxiously. He cut his eyes at her and grabbed the wand again. Bellamy cut her eyes at him and held her hand out. Testing her limits, the child slowly drew the fake wand closer and closer to his right nostril. Bellamy raised her brow, silently challenging the boy.
“Five galleons,” she said slowly in a low voice, extending her hand out further toward him.
“Just give her the money, mate. It’s not worth it,” one of his friend said finally, looking quite scared of the petite French woman. Begrudgingly, the little boy reached into his pocket, pulled out a few galleons, placed them in Bellamy’s hand, then rammed the fake wand up his nose. Bellamy scrunched up her nose a bit in disgust and shook her head. She then counted the galleons and noticed she was one short. Clearing her throat, she pocketed the galleons she had and extended her hand once more. The boy, still with the wand in his nose much to his friends’ delight, glared up at her and slapped one more galleon into the palm of her hand.
“Thank you for your purchase,” she said with as fake a smile she could muster and turned on heel. Making her way down the stairs, she spotted George entertaining a few children by setting off a few fireworks. As soon as he glanced up to her and as she carefully stepped down the stairs, a purple firework flew directly toward her. Thankfully, she had time enough to duck and it hit the wall behind her with a loud ‘bang’. She stood up full and shot a glare at George that had all the children surrounding him rolling with laughter. George winced a bit before turning to the kids with a nervous grin.
“And remember kids, that’s why you always need to watch where you’re aiming. You don’t want to accidentally hit your mum, do you?” The kids roared with laughter again as Bellamy stopped just beside him, her arms crossed over her chest and her expression stoic. Letting out a heavy sigh, she reached into her pocket and pulled out five galleons. George stared down at her for a moment in confusion. Bellamy stared up at him, setting her jaw. “I made a sale,” she finally said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and he quickly took the galleons from her. “You should keep watch on children shoving those fake wands up their noses before they buy them. It’s disgusting,” she spat before turning and darting off into the shop.
George looked down at the galleons in his hand, surprised that Bellamy would make a sale for a store that he co-owned. He watched her back as she wove her way though the plethora of children and parents alike in the store, pocketing the galleons before turning back to the children, who were watching, wide-eyed, for what he was going to do next. He put on a grin, for their sakes, and grabbed the next box of fireworks.
“Who wants to see me blow something else up?” He asked and was met with a round of excited cheering.
Bellamy glanced up from straightening up a few of the WonderWitch products, noticing that most of the children in the store had no use for it, since they were at least ten and under. She also noticed that Rose and Fred were leaving the backroom. Fred immediately darted over to George with a look of sheer distress on his features. Rose looked a bit sad, which was to be expected with the situation the family was in, but Bellamy felt it was a bit more. Now, at least, she could go to the backroom and get away from having to be around a bunch of children and George.
Slowly, she made her way over to Rose, placing a hand gently on her arm. Rose looked over at her and managed a small smile, one that Bellamy barely returned.
“I think we’re going to be fine,” Bellamy said softly with a nod. Rose bit her bottom lip for a moment, glancing over to Fred and George, who were talking quietly with one another, before glancing back to Bellamy.
“So do I,” she said softly. The brunette pursed her lips a bit, cutting her eyes at Rose. Something was up, she could tell. She’d just have to ask Rose about it later, because now was certainly not the time. Bellamy had found herself at her limit for children and the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes for the day.
“I’m going to set up the back room so I can make a few potions and to make it easier when I go to make dinner later on,” she said softly, going to turn but stopping and staring at Rose for a moment. “You know…Fred doesn’t seem all that bad.”
“No…he is,” she said solemnly as she stared at the twin in question, “you were right.” Bellamy pulled a bit of a frown, glancing between her and Fred. She didn’t know how she could tell Fred and George apart upon first meeting them, but she could. Letting out a small sigh, at a loss for words, she merely bowed her head and darted into the backroom.
“Five galleons,” she said slowly in a low voice, extending her hand out further toward him.
“Just give her the money, mate. It’s not worth it,” one of his friend said finally, looking quite scared of the petite French woman. Begrudgingly, the little boy reached into his pocket, pulled out a few galleons, placed them in Bellamy’s hand, then rammed the fake wand up his nose. Bellamy scrunched up her nose a bit in disgust and shook her head. She then counted the galleons and noticed she was one short. Clearing her throat, she pocketed the galleons she had and extended her hand once more. The boy, still with the wand in his nose much to his friends’ delight, glared up at her and slapped one more galleon into the palm of her hand.
“Thank you for your purchase,” she said with as fake a smile she could muster and turned on heel. Making her way down the stairs, she spotted George entertaining a few children by setting off a few fireworks. As soon as he glanced up to her and as she carefully stepped down the stairs, a purple firework flew directly toward her. Thankfully, she had time enough to duck and it hit the wall behind her with a loud ‘bang’. She stood up full and shot a glare at George that had all the children surrounding him rolling with laughter. George winced a bit before turning to the kids with a nervous grin.
“And remember kids, that’s why you always need to watch where you’re aiming. You don’t want to accidentally hit your mum, do you?” The kids roared with laughter again as Bellamy stopped just beside him, her arms crossed over her chest and her expression stoic. Letting out a heavy sigh, she reached into her pocket and pulled out five galleons. George stared down at her for a moment in confusion. Bellamy stared up at him, setting her jaw. “I made a sale,” she finally said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and he quickly took the galleons from her. “You should keep watch on children shoving those fake wands up their noses before they buy them. It’s disgusting,” she spat before turning and darting off into the shop.
George looked down at the galleons in his hand, surprised that Bellamy would make a sale for a store that he co-owned. He watched her back as she wove her way though the plethora of children and parents alike in the store, pocketing the galleons before turning back to the children, who were watching, wide-eyed, for what he was going to do next. He put on a grin, for their sakes, and grabbed the next box of fireworks.
“Who wants to see me blow something else up?” He asked and was met with a round of excited cheering.
Bellamy glanced up from straightening up a few of the WonderWitch products, noticing that most of the children in the store had no use for it, since they were at least ten and under. She also noticed that Rose and Fred were leaving the backroom. Fred immediately darted over to George with a look of sheer distress on his features. Rose looked a bit sad, which was to be expected with the situation the family was in, but Bellamy felt it was a bit more. Now, at least, she could go to the backroom and get away from having to be around a bunch of children and George.
Slowly, she made her way over to Rose, placing a hand gently on her arm. Rose looked over at her and managed a small smile, one that Bellamy barely returned.
“I think we’re going to be fine,” Bellamy said softly with a nod. Rose bit her bottom lip for a moment, glancing over to Fred and George, who were talking quietly with one another, before glancing back to Bellamy.
“So do I,” she said softly. The brunette pursed her lips a bit, cutting her eyes at Rose. Something was up, she could tell. She’d just have to ask Rose about it later, because now was certainly not the time. Bellamy had found herself at her limit for children and the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes for the day.
“I’m going to set up the back room so I can make a few potions and to make it easier when I go to make dinner later on,” she said softly, going to turn but stopping and staring at Rose for a moment. “You know…Fred doesn’t seem all that bad.”
“No…he is,” she said solemnly as she stared at the twin in question, “you were right.” Bellamy pulled a bit of a frown, glancing between her and Fred. She didn’t know how she could tell Fred and George apart upon first meeting them, but she could. Letting out a small sigh, at a loss for words, she merely bowed her head and darted into the backroom.