It's Better If You Do
Six.
Bellamy’s right eye was tingling as she tried to wipe away the tears before they dried onto her face. She hadn’t a clue what the paste was, or how it was going to get rid of her bruise, but Bellamy’s vain tendencies were hoping that it would work. She didn’t want to hassle with having to try and cover up a black-eye, which was apparently quite purple. If it wasn’t enough that she was already cross enough, it didn’t help that she was surrounded by a bunch of hyperactive children who kept knocking her into things.
She had a throbbing headache from the noises, the lights, and the whole situation. Bellamy was trying to keep her anger in check, but it was hard to do around all the practical jokes and pranks that the store seemed to be rife with. She would need quiet and sleep soon, or she may just be so mean that the twins wouldn’t want to work with her. As she set down a fake wand, she noticed Rose wandering the first floor, looking around anxiously. It was then that she decided she would try and make nice with the Weasley Twins, namely George, for Rose’s sake. She hadn’t the slightest problem with Fred, because she hadn’t talked to him much. She could only hope that he wasn’t a charmer like his brother.
Letting out a sigh, she wandered over to shelves that were stacked with a multitude of different colors and styles of hats. There was also a decent-sized mirror in the middle of the hats and Bellamy walked over to it, to see the extent of the damage the Punching Telescope had done to her eye. Instead of being met by a completely purple eye, a yellow paste, which was the consistency of a very coarse toothpaste, hid the bruise. She bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to wipe off the small rivulets of black makeup that had dried on her cheek, but instead only made her fair skin turn pink.
“Bellamy?” Her sister’s timid voice brought her away from the mirror. Ryuiss was sitting happily on her shoulder but Rose looked anything but happy. “Are you alright?” She asked quietly and Bellamy nodded quickly, too quickly for Rose’s liking. “How’s your eye?”
“It’s fine,” she said softly, “it’s throbbing a bit right now but…hopefully the bruise will be gone soon enough.” Bellamy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Rose for a moment, before cutting her eyes at her in thought. “I’m going to try and make this work, because it’s something you want,” she started, “but I’d advise not giving in so easily to their charm. I’ve seen these kind of boys before…and despite how nice they may seem, they’ll easily take advantage of a sweet girl like you.” Rose looked at her earnestly for a moment.
“I know…but I…I just have a gut feeling that they aren’t like that at all,” Rose said, smiling slightly as Ryuiss nuzzled against the side of her neck. Bellamy stared at her sister before glancing across the railing of the open second floor at the two red-headed twins, who were working incredibly hard at making their customers happy.
“Maybe I’m wrong,” she said softly, not taking her eyes away from them, “I’m sure I’m just a bit…biased after what happened to me the last time I trusted boys like them, is all.” Rose gave her an understanding smile, one that Bellamy returned. “Fred seems to have taken a liking to you. And I believe he’d be the sort to tell you if a telescope was going to punch your eye.”
“It doesn’t look that bad, despite the fact that it’s covered in some bright yellow goop,” Rose said, hoping to cheer Bellamy up just a bit. It didn’t as Bellamy just rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“It’s itchy. Let’s hope when I wash it off in an hour that the black-eye is gone or someone else besides me will have one,” she said crossly, sending a brief glare to George from over the railing of the second floor.
Fred and George were still standing on the first floor, occasionally glancing up to the two sisters as they spoke to each other. They seemed very close, if not as close as they were. That seemed to be the only thing alike between the two sets of siblings. Fred and George were identical. Bellamy and Rose looked nothing alike. The twins had some sort of likeness in personalities, while the sisters were like night and day. Fred turned to George as it seemed the lunchtime lull had hit them and the store nearly cleared out. They were used to this and expected the store would be as quiet as it could for at least an hour.
“Perhaps if you distracted Bellamy enough…she wouldn’t notice that I liked Rose,” Fred suggested and George let out a small laugh, shaking his head.
“Bellamy is one of the most observant girls I’ve ever met. She wouldn’t let something as big as her employer trying to date her sister just slip past,” he said, glancing up to Bellamy and Rose. It seemed they were having a rather interesting conversation, one he wished to hear, but knew that there weren’t any Extendable Ears planted in that part of the store he could listen in on.
“Maybe if you were nice to her,” Fred continued, but George silenced him a look. “I’m not talking about the ‘I’m only talking to you for a snog’ nice. How about the ‘treat you like my mum’ nice?” George drew in air through his teeth as he stared up at the sister’s, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I dunno, Fred. She’s a tough cookie. She may suspect something,” he said hesistantly, turning his eyes to his brother.
“Just try, George. For me?” Fred asked. “Rose is too unique to let a grumpy old sister let her slip away.” George gave a heavy sigh and let his head fall back before he looked over at Fred.
“Alright. But it’s not going to be easy,” George conceded as he turned his eyes back to the sisters.
Bellamy picked up a curious looking hat as Rose watched on. She would be a bit more careful now and wouldn’t try anything without seeing her sister or the twins trying it first. She had learned her lesson the hard and painful way. So, fighting the curious inclination to try the hat on, she placed it down gingerly and took a slow step backwards. Biting her bottom lip, she looked over to Rose as an idea suddenly struck her.
“You can keep on looking around more. I need to fetch something from my trunk,” she said softly and without waiting for a reply from her sister, she set off for the staircases. Bellamy carefully made her way down the stairs and slipped by the Weasley Twins unnoticed. She ducked behind the curtain of the backroom and immediately went for the stairs that led to the flat, managing to be as quiet as she could in her four inch heels.
Upon entering the room, she sent a glance behind her as she wore a particular kind of cheeky grin, to see if anyone was following her. Once she decided that she hadn’t drawn any attention to herself, she walked over to the bed with the blue, knit blanket, sat down on it, kicked off her shoes, and lay down on it. Folding her hands beneath her head and curling her legs up a bit, it took her only a matter of minutes to fall fast asleep and even the noises of the shop below couldn’t wake her.
She had a throbbing headache from the noises, the lights, and the whole situation. Bellamy was trying to keep her anger in check, but it was hard to do around all the practical jokes and pranks that the store seemed to be rife with. She would need quiet and sleep soon, or she may just be so mean that the twins wouldn’t want to work with her. As she set down a fake wand, she noticed Rose wandering the first floor, looking around anxiously. It was then that she decided she would try and make nice with the Weasley Twins, namely George, for Rose’s sake. She hadn’t the slightest problem with Fred, because she hadn’t talked to him much. She could only hope that he wasn’t a charmer like his brother.
Letting out a sigh, she wandered over to shelves that were stacked with a multitude of different colors and styles of hats. There was also a decent-sized mirror in the middle of the hats and Bellamy walked over to it, to see the extent of the damage the Punching Telescope had done to her eye. Instead of being met by a completely purple eye, a yellow paste, which was the consistency of a very coarse toothpaste, hid the bruise. She bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to wipe off the small rivulets of black makeup that had dried on her cheek, but instead only made her fair skin turn pink.
“Bellamy?” Her sister’s timid voice brought her away from the mirror. Ryuiss was sitting happily on her shoulder but Rose looked anything but happy. “Are you alright?” She asked quietly and Bellamy nodded quickly, too quickly for Rose’s liking. “How’s your eye?”
“It’s fine,” she said softly, “it’s throbbing a bit right now but…hopefully the bruise will be gone soon enough.” Bellamy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Rose for a moment, before cutting her eyes at her in thought. “I’m going to try and make this work, because it’s something you want,” she started, “but I’d advise not giving in so easily to their charm. I’ve seen these kind of boys before…and despite how nice they may seem, they’ll easily take advantage of a sweet girl like you.” Rose looked at her earnestly for a moment.
“I know…but I…I just have a gut feeling that they aren’t like that at all,” Rose said, smiling slightly as Ryuiss nuzzled against the side of her neck. Bellamy stared at her sister before glancing across the railing of the open second floor at the two red-headed twins, who were working incredibly hard at making their customers happy.
“Maybe I’m wrong,” she said softly, not taking her eyes away from them, “I’m sure I’m just a bit…biased after what happened to me the last time I trusted boys like them, is all.” Rose gave her an understanding smile, one that Bellamy returned. “Fred seems to have taken a liking to you. And I believe he’d be the sort to tell you if a telescope was going to punch your eye.”
“It doesn’t look that bad, despite the fact that it’s covered in some bright yellow goop,” Rose said, hoping to cheer Bellamy up just a bit. It didn’t as Bellamy just rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“It’s itchy. Let’s hope when I wash it off in an hour that the black-eye is gone or someone else besides me will have one,” she said crossly, sending a brief glare to George from over the railing of the second floor.
Fred and George were still standing on the first floor, occasionally glancing up to the two sisters as they spoke to each other. They seemed very close, if not as close as they were. That seemed to be the only thing alike between the two sets of siblings. Fred and George were identical. Bellamy and Rose looked nothing alike. The twins had some sort of likeness in personalities, while the sisters were like night and day. Fred turned to George as it seemed the lunchtime lull had hit them and the store nearly cleared out. They were used to this and expected the store would be as quiet as it could for at least an hour.
“Perhaps if you distracted Bellamy enough…she wouldn’t notice that I liked Rose,” Fred suggested and George let out a small laugh, shaking his head.
“Bellamy is one of the most observant girls I’ve ever met. She wouldn’t let something as big as her employer trying to date her sister just slip past,” he said, glancing up to Bellamy and Rose. It seemed they were having a rather interesting conversation, one he wished to hear, but knew that there weren’t any Extendable Ears planted in that part of the store he could listen in on.
“Maybe if you were nice to her,” Fred continued, but George silenced him a look. “I’m not talking about the ‘I’m only talking to you for a snog’ nice. How about the ‘treat you like my mum’ nice?” George drew in air through his teeth as he stared up at the sister’s, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I dunno, Fred. She’s a tough cookie. She may suspect something,” he said hesistantly, turning his eyes to his brother.
“Just try, George. For me?” Fred asked. “Rose is too unique to let a grumpy old sister let her slip away.” George gave a heavy sigh and let his head fall back before he looked over at Fred.
“Alright. But it’s not going to be easy,” George conceded as he turned his eyes back to the sisters.
Bellamy picked up a curious looking hat as Rose watched on. She would be a bit more careful now and wouldn’t try anything without seeing her sister or the twins trying it first. She had learned her lesson the hard and painful way. So, fighting the curious inclination to try the hat on, she placed it down gingerly and took a slow step backwards. Biting her bottom lip, she looked over to Rose as an idea suddenly struck her.
“You can keep on looking around more. I need to fetch something from my trunk,” she said softly and without waiting for a reply from her sister, she set off for the staircases. Bellamy carefully made her way down the stairs and slipped by the Weasley Twins unnoticed. She ducked behind the curtain of the backroom and immediately went for the stairs that led to the flat, managing to be as quiet as she could in her four inch heels.
Upon entering the room, she sent a glance behind her as she wore a particular kind of cheeky grin, to see if anyone was following her. Once she decided that she hadn’t drawn any attention to herself, she walked over to the bed with the blue, knit blanket, sat down on it, kicked off her shoes, and lay down on it. Folding her hands beneath her head and curling her legs up a bit, it took her only a matter of minutes to fall fast asleep and even the noises of the shop below couldn’t wake her.