Cauldrons. The most bizarre object to do a report on. Yet Percy Weasley will end up with much more than a report on the thickness of cauldron bottoms, for He is rather keen on a witch for the first time since Penelope Clearwater, the witch that is...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter One
It was a great honor, working in such a noble profession. Had he deserved it, most certainly. He was prefect at Hogwarts, he always got outstandings in every class, and had passed his N.E.W.T.S. with flying owls. Yes, he took great pride in his new position in the Department of International Magical Cooperation under Bartemius Crouch himself. It was his new job that had brought him to Diagon Alley.
He stood in front of Potages Cauldron shop. His horn rimmed glasses that sat on his nose, hardly covered the freckles that dotted his cheeks, and reflected the color of his vivid bright red hair.
He pushed open the dingy wooden door, entering a stifling front room of the Cauldron shop. It was a bit cramped even with the absence of people, as multiple Cauldrons were spread around the room, the daylight from the front window only reaching so far.
His eyes instantly landed on a girl behind the reception desk, as he approached it briskly. She was propped up on one elbow, eyes scanning a book open in front of her.
He cleared his throat as she seemed oblivious to the world. "Hello I'd like to speak to the manager."
She, apparently startled by the noise, jerked her head up. "Sorry, I didn't hear anyone come in."
"No, I don't reckon you did." He muttered with slight irritation. He was here on very important business.
The girl shut her book, tucking a strand of her thick chocolate brown hair behind her ear. "I'm very sorry, it's been a dull day, not much traffic usually in here until the very end of summer."
She looked up with a warm smile towards the boy. "Which is expected I suppose-" she halted, seeing his bored expression. "Erm, what was it you needed again?"
"To speak with the manager of this establishment."
"That would be me." She spoke diligently.
"You? I thought the owner was Mr. Pottage."
"Oh well yes he is. Though he went to live with his sister in Albania for the year. I'm his granddaughter you see so he left me in charge—although I am expected to take up the business anyway."
He starred at the girl unblinkingly. She didn't seem the sorts capable of managing an entire shop. No less he still needed statistics for his report. She would have to do.
"What is your name again?" She questioned.
"I didn't give it. But it's Weasley. Percy Weasley."
Her eyes widened. "Oh of Course. I except I should have realized. You're Charlie's younger brother right?"
"Yes." He answered dryly.
She glanced down to her hands briefly. "Well what is it I can assist you with?, Mr. Weasley."
"I have a very import report on Cauldron Bottom Thickness".
She grinned, biting her lower lip in regard to how serious he was acting. "How fancy."
"Yes it's for the ministry."
"Well what would you need?"
"Access to your inventory briefly, and a few lists of where you source your material."
She looked up at him curiously. "Yes I suppose I could help you out with that." He was a rather handsome Wizard, and beside his slight arrogance, she admittedly rather liked the boy. The Weasleys were all very lovely, and if he was anything like his brother Charlie....well....
"Alright." He nodded promptly. "It's settled then. I'm looking forward to working with you."
"What's wrong with right now, seeing as you're here and came all this way."
"I've yet to run some errands, for work, but can stop by tomorrow, same time."
"It's my day off so I suppose."
"Oh I adherently don't wish to be of trouble."
"No, tomorrow would be great."
"Excellent." Reassured by her smile, he pivoted on his heel, nodding his head slightly as a goodbye, before exiting the shop into the busy streets of Diagon Alley.
A proud grin erupted on his face as he strolled down the streets. What a fine report this would turn out to be. Especially now that he had access to information of the local business. He couldn't wait to tell Mr. Crouch the news. Oh how proud he would be when he is to tell him she agreed to work with him on the matter.
He creased his brow in worry, quickly falling from his ambitions thought. He hadn't gotten her name? How was he to write Crouch about it now?
Flustered, he rolled his eyes at his own incompetence and trudged back up the street to the shop. Upon entering the second time, he hesitated in the door, gulping back a sort of nervous feeling that had sporadically swept over him.
She looked down at him, now on one of the ladders, fetching a Cauldron from the top shelf. "Oh, why hello again, have you forgotten something?"
She descended the ladder, and he quickly moved to hold it steady. She stepped down onto the floor, returning to her normal height. "Thank you." She said referencing to his help holding the ladder.
"Er, Yes, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."
She caught his eyes, causing him to blush in realization of her proximity.
"Aenwyn". (pronounced En-Win)
"Aenwyn?" He repeated, fumbling with his ministry hat, held in his hands. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Aenwyn Potage."
"As to you Percy."
He looked bashfully at her, noticing for the first time how radiating of a witch she infact was. "Tomorrow." He stammered. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"
She smiled greatly at his awkward nature. "Yes."
Her eyes followed him as he exited the shop once more, tripping slightly over one of the Pewter Cauldrons in the process. "Bye." He raised his hand clumsily to wave, and then was gone.
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