Enough for You

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The King - Sarah Kinsley
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I POKE MY HEAD out of the crack of the thin brown door, checking to make sure no one will see me advance into the store. Once the coast is clear I step out and quickly close the door. Pressing my back into the wood, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Instantly the smell of chocolate, new decks of cards, smoke, and marshmallows fill my senses.

The sound of friends laughing, and parents trying to get their children to leave crowds my ears.

As I open my eyes, a miniature firework goes whizzing right by my face, leaving a burning sensation on the tip of my nose, instantly a small smile creeps onto my lips.

My eyes following the firework as it makes its way past bright coloured displays, knocking over packages, slamming itself through children's ice cream cones, and making it's way higher and higher up to the balcony of the second floor before it

"POP"

explodes in a show of magnificent colours. Green, orange, purple, and pink sparks moving with one another, transforming themselves to write out "G & J" each letter a different tint before raining down towards the grey tile in a frenzy of colours.

I step away from the door, advancing into the store now. I watch as children of all ages toy around with the products; Hiccough Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, Candy Quills, and even Nose-Biting Teacups, that looked like it hurt.

Each display depicting a different product, I walk through one of the many rows of sugary sweets brushing my hand along all the different candy packages. Turning around, walking backwards now, I look up at the Non-explodable luminous balloons that light the store and watch as people from the top lean off the purple and orange railed balcony, trying to reach out and grab them.

"Fred you can't set off another firework, 'Ol Beardy' is gonna frea-"

I am never walking backwards again, I think to myself as I trip over someones outstretched ankle in the middle of the aisle. Landing hard on my back, ankle still intertwined with the individual's, I'm met with the eyes of three boys, a set of twins and their friend it seems, all standing over me staring me down.

My hazel eyes moving back and forth between the three of them, each having a different expression on their face;

On the left, a boy with shaggy red hair, most definitely a Weasley, looks confused. His lips pressed into a straight line, eyebrows furrowed, one elbow resting on the shelf as the other is hanging loosely by his side.

On the right, a dark-skinned boy with dreads, looks shocked. His mouth into an 'o' formation with one hand covering his lips, eye brows raised.

And in the middle the twin of the first boy with some of the same features. Freckles, messy red hair, and a sharp defined nose and jaw, only he has a different expression than his brother. Standing over me with his arm crossed to his chest, he looks amused, a small smirk taking form on his thin lips. His tongue pressing into the side of his cheek as he arches a brow.

No one knowing what to say to break the silence that overtook the four of us until the centre boy spoke up.

"Well what are you doing down there for?" He sarcastically asks while reaching a hand down to help me up.

Looking between the three of them once more, I bring my hand up to meet his abnormally large veiny one. His cold rings pinch my skin as he pulls me up off the floor in one swift motion. Standing up now I realize just how tall each boy is, all staggering over my 5'7 self, looking down on me still.