|
Post by Administrator on Jul 28, 2011 14:59:04 GMT -5
Here you will find all the products from the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes line including (but not limited to):
-Canary Creams -Extendable Ears -Skiving Snackbox -Quills (self-inking, smart-answer, spell-checking varieties) -Wildfire Whiz-Bangs
|
|
|
Post by Valerie Crewe on Jul 28, 2011 17:59:35 GMT -5
[New Day] “Have a Wiz-tastic day!” Valerie called after a portly woman as she left the shop. “And good riddance,” she mumbled as the door slammed behind her. The redhead stared out the window as the irate customer stomped down the street, magenta shopping bag clutched tightly in her hand. Rolling her eyes, Val turned back to the main room. The shelves were a mess. The woman had successfully managed turn everything she touched into an unorganized mass. As it was, she had touched everything in the shop. Quickly moving behind the front desk, Valerie grabbed a self-inking quill and snatched a piece of parchment, scribbling something onto the paper. It already contained several notes— - Restock Patented Daydreams
- Feed Pygmy Puffs
Switch Portable Swamps from top shelf to middle shelf
- Check in order of Instant Darkness Powder—if it arrives today
Move Edible Dark Marks out of the front window display
[/i] (Val made sure to get that done immediately.) [/li][li] Re-do WonderWitch display
[/li][li]Get more small bags from the backroom[/i][/li][/ul]To the end of that list, she added, “ Clean up shelves.” Recently, Val found that if Fred and George instructed her to do something and she became distracted for a moment, the instruction vanished from her memory. This irritated the twins and provoked more questions than Valerie was comfortable with. Her excuses varied each day. She used every reason from “I didn’t hear you” to “There was a family emergency and I didn’t sleep well” to explain her absentminded behavior. Valerie hadn’t told anyone about the lasting damage to her memory after the Death Eater attack and she intended to keep it that way. The twins were suspicious, to say the least. In attempt to help her impaired memory and avoid her bosses’ questions, the flustered redhead took to making a list of jobs. She claimed it was it was solely to keep her on task. The excuse was half true. Scanning the list, Val glanced around the shop. The Pygmy Puffs seemed content and there wasn’t an immediate need for restocking the Patented Daydreams. The shelves, on the other hand, were a right mess. Val grabbed the list and made her way to the cluttered area. No sooner had she begun to pull out several trick wands from underneath a Basic Blaze Box of Whiz-Bangs, when the door of the shop flew open. Caught off-guard, Val practically jumped five feet in the air. She jerked the trick wands from beneath the box which, evidently, was not particularly stable, and sent the Whiz-Bangs crashing to the ground. With a crack and a boom, the box split open and the fireworks darted out in every direction. Val dropped her list and the trick wands, which instantly began to whack her ankles. She slammed the box closed, trapping the few fireworks that failed to escape. The shop was lit by bright flashes of colorful firecrackers, dancing and cart-wheeling every which way. Val clumsily felt around in her pocket for her wand. As she pulled it out, she turned to face the newly arrived customer. Grinning broadly, she held out her arms. The store must have looked like a carnival gone wrong. Val made no effort to hide the sarcasm in her voice as she said, “Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” before turning around to deal with the colorful catastrophe.
|
|