Unforgettable

2010

*Beans: Riddle TM*
Setting: May 10, 2010; Bertie Bott's every flavor bean confectionery, Jemima's POV...

"Welcome, welcome!" The head of the company exclaims as he greets us at the gate of the factory, "what's with the kid?" He whispers to me

"He's my son," I tell him with a dull look, "his father isn't in the picture."

"Ah, I see," he replies, "here ya go buddy," he adds as he hands Scorpius (now three) a small box of the company's every flavor jellybeans

"What'd ya say Scorpius?" I ask him

"Thank you," he says in a small voice as he focuses on the candy

"Of course kid," the man says ruffling my boy's hair, "now why don't you run along and sit with my secretary," he adds in as he pushes him off in the direction, "now, down to business," he continues, clapping his hands together, "I've heard about how popular your band is becoming," he tells us, "and I want you two to write and sing a commercial jingle for our every flavor jellybean-"

"Already have," Enid tells him in a bored tone, "can't say you'll like all the words..."

"You'll have to excuse her," I sigh out, "she's always this way-"

"Oh, it's completely fine!" He says with a laugh, "now, why don't you play the song for me, and we'll go from there."

"Alright," I say quickly, "just let us get our stuff set up

"Done," Enid says as she put her wand away

"Enid," I start to scold-as she seriously forgotten why we're not using magic

"What?" She asks blanky, "I feel like being lazy."

"Ugh," I groan before going to my instrument and she to hers

     Enid and I start playing and sing and with a little magic here and there, we mange to add the younger voices of my brother and his best friend Ron. We continue as I see my son smiling and laughing at the voices he's he's hearing and see the man commissioning us for this nodding his head to the tune as well as in deep thought...

"Well?" Enid asks directly at the end

"I can see it now," he declares, "Bertie Bott's the risk you can't resist," he exclaims a new slogan, "I love it!"

"Dang," Enid says in shock

"But what were the voices?" He asks us

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley from their first year," I tell him as I put my instrument down

"Perfect!" He exclaim, "just perfect!"

"They get a cut too," I tell him-Looking out for my brother, "every time you play our song or make a sale from our commercial," I go on, "they get paid for it."

"..." he just stares at me

"We don't have a permanent address ta send our checks to," Enid explain with an irritated voice, "we're a wandering band; we never stay in one place for too long."

"Whatever our commercial makes," I repeat to him, "goes to them," I tell him, "fifty percent-"

"Twenty five," he starts haggling

"Seventy five," Enid but's in with her arms folded and a scowl on her face

"Fifty percent it is," he finally agrees as her red eyes seep into his soul
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June 2010; Weasley Burrow, Harry's POV...

"Why do you suppose we keep getting these checks from the Bertie Bott's company?" Ron asks me confused, "not that I'm not grateful for the money," he adds in, "I just can't put two and two together is all-even Hermione find it odd