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Verity Jones, at your service. But not really. Only if you drop in at Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Then I'm at your service.
Susan had come down to the store to talk to Fred. Talk, she had promised herself. Not have sex. She repeated over and over in her head. She really did have to speak with him though. Susan wanted to be honest with him about everything that was going on with her, but it seemed like every time she tried he would call her beautiful, or say she was gorgeous, or he would kiss her and suddenly everything slipped away. It frustrated her to no end, although it also made everythign so much better. She walked into the store and looked around, seeing a bit of a mess on the ground and wondering what had happened. As she walked in a little more, Susan saw Verity and stopped. “Oh…hi.” she gave her a smile. “I was just looking for Fred.” she told her after a slight pause. “Um…what happened?” she asked, seeing that there was a slight bit of a mess.
“Oh,” she sighed softly, “Susan. Hi.” She shifted and lowered her wand, and gave a small smile. She liked Susan; she was always very sweet and it never hurt, either, that she too had been amongst Verity’s house. Straightening, she frowned slightly and tilted her head. “Unfortunately, I don’t know where Fred is. Maybe up in the flat? And, uh,” she trailed off in a chuckle, directing her gaze down to the mess. “Pygmy Puff.”
Verity blew out her cheeks, staring at the mess on the floor. Now that the darkneess powder had worn off (thank Merlin it hadn’t been a large amount spilled), she could see the full damage, and it wasn’t as much as she had feared. The pygmy puff who had tripped her trilled loudly and darted off, but she remembered its tag number. She’d get it later. Sighing, she gave a wave of her wand to fix the spilled mess of love potions, pimple vanisher, and nougats amongst other things; feeling a thick disappointment in herself. She never dropped things. She’d have to inventory them again; re-check and then double check. But thank God it was lunch and the store was out - the door hummed and she looked towards it with a frown, leaning around a display to see who it was.
Moira sighed and smiled back at her. “Yes, I didn’t see him on my way to the counter. I suppose I’ll just have a look around before I leave. Upon his return, could you please tell him that Moira Cuvette came to speak with him? It’s not urgent, just a matter I wanted to sort out at his discretion.”
“Absolutely.” Her foot tapped the air idly, and she straightened forward. Her gaze jumped over the younger lass’ face, charmed by wise eyes and a pleasant smile. She seemed like a fair young lady, and she wondered if Moira was a friend or business contact to Fred. She unfolded her legs and shimmied forward on her seat, eyes attentive and posture inviting.
“While you’re here, would you like a look around? A guided one, at least. In case I can interest you in something?” Verity grinned then, trying to appeal to the curiosity of the other woman.
