"We need to pick the twins up before we go for dinner, you don't mind helping them close up do you?" Angelina said as they apparated in front of the blaring store.
"Not at all." Dheandra smiled.
"George and Fred's shop has 4 floors so we each take a floor," Angelina instructed her as she walked back towards the store.
"Ah, here we are." She stopped right in front of the red door that stood between a giant hat that decorated the frame.
"Ivy wanted to come here the other day," she stated in amazement at how bright the place was compared to the stores she was allowed to go to.
"Which we could think about another day, I'll go get George." Angelina squeezed Dheandras arm running towards the back office, well what Dheandra assumed was the back office.
Crowds were crowding the cashier tables as the place was closing soon but the crowds didn't seem to decrease in size or noise. She walked backward absorbing the light and laughter as if she had never heard them before. The brightness of the store compared to her home and office, and the liveliness of the crowd excited her heart and her eyes. She continued to stare up at the endless floors and walked backward enjoying every bit until-
"Excuse me, I would like to complain about why on earth would you allow such monstrosity to touch my child." A woman with short hair scolded her.
"I'm sorry ma'am you might have mistaken I do-"
"Poppycock, the customer is always right." she cut her off before allowing her to finish.
Dheandra pressed her lips to the impatient lady tapping her foot on the ground with the blasted toy in her hand and finally opened her mouth "Maam I'm sure I'd agree with whatever you're talking about but I-
"Don't work here." A tall figure appeared beside her, one she has seen before just cleaner and brighter, "My name is George Mrs-?."
"Parkinson." She huffed out crossing her arms.
"Mrs. Parkinson. First I'd like for you to apologize to the beautiful Mrs. Jefferson."George presented Dheandra to her.
"Apologies." she scoffed.
"It's quite alright," Dheandra replied calmly. While deep inside she was laughing at how much of an embarrassment she might feel right now.
"Now let me help you there." George said while smiling at her and directing her to the other side of the room, mouthing a small "sorry" to Dheandra while rolling her eyes. Dheandra giggled and shooed him away to let him take care of the customer.
"Is that Pansy Parkinson?." Angelina popped out of nowhere, which Dheandra was not shocked about after years of friendship.
"I think she's complaining about some product gone wrong on her child." Leaning to Angelina, snickering below her breath.
"You mean someone actually had kids with her, wonder she kept her maiden name. I'd have to be 5 bottles of fire whiskey to marry her only to divorce her in the end" Angelina snorted while they were both watching the lady trying to gain her part of the argument against George.
"Angie, that's not nice." Dheandra scolded
"And that is why you will always be my favorite Hufflepuff," Angelina said as she hugged her best friend from behind.
"Right, took care of that, shall we get closing ladies, we wouldn't wanna miss dinner." George dusted off his hands while adjusting his suit.
"Let's." Angelina kissed George on the cheek as she left for the second floor.
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Vile a Fred Weasley fanfiction
FanfictionThis is about a pureblood witch who was forced into marriage, seemingly perfect on the outside but bruised and harmful to those in it, especially to Dheandra Harrison. Will the man from the Weasley family change her life or will she change his ?
