Extraordinary (Sign it Series; BOOK 2)

Chapter 49

A/N: This is unedited and very chaotic but I'm very out of it right now, and I've been using Sign It as escapism from my own brain so I had to update. Enjoy.

Remus ushered the twins quickly into the house, looking around to make sure there were no people following.

They perched their brooms against the closest wall, ignoring Maddy's gobsmacked look as they walked into the drawing room where Sirius and Darienne were located.

"You want tea?" asked Remus, ever the gracious host, but both twins denied, instead sitting on the floor against the old Black Family tapestry.

"It was wicked!" said Fred after a moment, "Absolutely wicked!"

What? asked Maddy, confusion etched into her face.

George chuckled, and delved into the story. It seemed almost too good to be true; the distraction, the fireworks, the peruvian darkness powder, the swamp. Maddy clung onto their every word, wishing she had been there to experience it herself. "Simon helped us too," ended George with a flourish, "Made some potion that caused Umbridge to slip, it was wicked as well."

Maddy smiled at her best friend's achievement, but said nothing, letting the story set into her head.

"So, you dropped out?" reiterated Sirius, "Good for you. What are you planning to do?"

"Open a joke shop." said Fred, "We already have the place: a building in Diagon Alley."

"We also bought a flat above it for us to live in," added George.

Maddy's eyes widened, Are you gonna sell Skiving Snackboxes?

"Of course!" George exclaimed.

Remus, who hadn't spoken at all during the story, cleared his throat, "So, do you have everything planned out?"

"Mum would be impressed with our forethought." Fred puffed out his chest in pride. "Can't say we're entirely useless now."

What's your plan? asked Dari, staring at the twins in a mix of awe and disbelief.

"Well, the shop needs work, obviously, a little bit of reorganising, but I think we can get it up and running by May, June the latest."

Sirius's smile was genuine, "James and I had wanted to run a joke shop when we were eleven, but things never quite worked out. I'm expecting this shop to be as successful as Zonko's, if not more."

"That's the goal," laughed Fred.

George looked at the convicted felon sitting in front of him, "If you want, Sirius, when you're free you can work at the shop."

Sirius's eyebrows shot up, but he nonchalantly replied, "I might have to take you up on that offer."

Can I get a summer holiday job? asked Maddy, rocking slightly in excitement. I can help!

"You need to be thirteen to work, so you have a few years."

Only one and a few months, Dad. Maddy reiterated, and I can restock for free before then. Consider it volunteer work.

Fred gave the younger girl a small fist pump, a smile on his face, "Taught you well."

Dari cleared her throat, softly mumbling, "hello," to grab the attention of the people in the room. With all eyes on her, she quickly returned to her mother tongue, and asked Can Maddy and I help you set up before opening?

George stood up, using the tapestry as support, "That's a brilliant idea! Fred and I could use all the support we can in renovations. We plan on going tomorrow to evaluate but in two days time, I think we can stop by and pick you up."