It's Better If You Do

"I'm known to be every now and then," George said with a shrug, trying not to wince every time he heard someone speak. He was still nauseous and the feeling of stakes pounding into his skull, otherwise known as his headache, was not helping it at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the bottle of Firewhiskey sitting beside Fred's bed, but it was full, instead of empty like he had expected. Frowning, he also realized that Fred and Rose were quite sober and he asked, "Why are Bellamy and I the only ones hungover? I thought you two were going to drink." After he spoke, he saw Rose blush heavily and the couple exchange a short glance.

"Well, unlike you and Bellamy, Rose and I can have fun without getting drunk," Fred answered smoothly and George's eyes narrowed as he examined his brother, who in turn gave the smallest shake of his head, letting him know to drop it. George began to wonder what would have changed their mind's. From what little he could recall, Rose had wanted to drink... but it wasn't his problem and he was hurting too much to concentrate.

Rose gave Fred a thankful smile, and he returned it warmly, giving her a small wink. A small laugh trilled from her lips and she shook her head, walking over to her trunk and kneeling beside it. Carefully, she began to pick through her clothes. She thought of yesterday's hardships with her skirt and wrinkled her nose slightly. Without looking up, she fingered a pair of her favorite jeans, and asked, "Does it matter what I wear when I work? I understand if I have to dress formally, I was just won-" but Fred cut her off, scoffing.

"We don't care. Wear whatever you like. The only reason we wear what we do is because we want to stand out a bit for the customers," he said with a nod to his brother. Rose's expression grew thoughtful and she paused in her search for clothes and chewed on her cheek. After a moment, she began nodding to herself and addressed the brothers with a small smile.

"Why don't you have a uniform? Not like a suit or anything, but just dress robes. They could have a small symbol of the shop on them to let the customers know you're the owners and that Bellamy and I are the employees... I mean, unless you don't want to," Rose inserted quickly at the wide eyed looks the twins were giving her. "It was just a thought. I don't know what I'm say-" but the brothers quickly hushed her, shaking their heads in unison.

"That's a brilliant idea! Fred, why didn't we think of that?" George asked incredilously, and Fred simply shook his head, looking dumbfounded. Rose smiled proudly, albeit blushing slightly, and went to answer when Bellamy opened the door and gave George an icy glare. Looking away, George rolled his eyes and scoffed under his breath, laying back on his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. Fred and Rose shared an exasperated sigh, and just then Mavise stretched and stood on Fred's bed, meowing quietly to the four of them. This caught Bellamy's interest like nothing else had and a soft look of surprise came over her face, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Where did you get her?" the brunette murmured as she walked over to the kitten, petting her behind the ears and smiling wider at the loud purr from Mavise. Rose smiled warmly and spared a glance at George, but he hadn't moved an inch.

"George bought her for me to make up for selling Ryussi," she explained and a satisfactory smirk took place of the smile when Bellamy gave the boy a double take, her eyes wide and even admiring. Of course, this was all before George peeked out at her and the look became quite severe before she turned back to Rose, stoic as ever as she handed the kitten to the blonde.

"That was very nice of him. But where are we going to keep her when D'Artaganan comes back?" she asked and Rose's blue eyes widened tremendously and she bit her lip, looking very upset. Fred was giving Bellamy, who looked aghast at herself, a look to rival her own glares at the moment, but George cut in before his brother would say anything.

"Well, is he of any need here at the shop? Because if he isn't, maybe he could just hang around our parent's house. And if he is needed here, cages are for sale all the time at Eeylops Owl Emporium," he suggested in a lofty tone. Nodding, Fred cut his eyes at Bellamy, who noticed this time and pursed her lips.

"Yeah, so it'll be alright Rosie. Mavise won't be in any danger," Fred assured her with a smile, and she returned it weakly, her mind still on the many stories of owls hunting small pets. Bellamy gave a short laugh, and the three looked at her with similar expressions of incrediliousness. An embarrassed flush crept over her face and she scowled, before turning to Rose.

"Didn't you name half of your dolls that name at one point?" the elder sister asked sharply and Rose suddenly understood and let out a small laugh as well, nodding.

"I did," she admitted. "I've always liked that name and thought I'd put it to good use." Fred gave a small snicker, looking at her amusedly.

"Are you going to name all your children French names as well?" he asked with a wide smile and the blush painted over Rose's cheeks, before she considered with a thoughtful expression.

"It would depend on if my husband liked the name," she said quietly, looking down at her trunk and beginning to pick through her clothes once more. Silence fell after that in a rather uncomfortable way and the brothers exchanged looks as Bellamy's stoic expression grew very stony as she scowled at the bed, still stroking the kitten absentmindedly. When Rose had picked out all what she was going to wear, she looked up and timidly asked, "Are you two going to take showers, or is it alright if I go ahead and change?" Fred and George looked at each other, before nodding.

"Apres vous*," they said simulataneously and Rose smiled widely, her eyes twinkling with laughter. As she began to gather up her things, she looked earnestly at Bellamy, who was still petting the kitten.

"Voulez-vous me faire cuire le petit déjeuner pendant que vous faites votre remède?**" she asked softly, and the brunette smiled wryly at her, a rather impish expression softening her features.

"Aussi beau que cela puisse paraître, je suis sûr qu'ils aimeraient avoir leur bacon cuit et cru ou brûlé***," Bellamy said with a quick grin to Rose, who playfully scowled at her, though knowing it was very true of her cooking skills. Even so early as a week ago, Rose had attempted to make her sister breakfast in bed but failed miserably, earning teases all around.

"Taisez-vous****," she said with a laugh, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving the remaining three to sit in an awkward silence.