Dancing In The Storm •Fred Weasley•

Chapter 47

•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

"So how long are we supposed to be up here?" George questioned, spinning in my desk chair.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Until they come get us?"

"They don't want us bothering the first meeting," Fred said, apparating on top of George.

"Stop rubbing your apparition in my face!" I whined, ignoring George's dramatic cries for help.

"Sorry, Love," Fred laughed, apparating back next to me. I groaned, swatting at him.

"When your arm falls off just know I'll be laughing my arse off," I stated, pointing a finger at him.

"How about we get back to the joke shop," George offered loudly, throwing a balled up piece of paper at us.

"Right," Fred nodded, a grin forming on his cute face. "George and I actually made a new product."

"Oooh please share," I laughed.

"They're these ear looking things that can allow you to hear blocked out conversations," George explained. "For example, we could use it to listen in on the Order meeting."

"That's so clever!" I exclaimed. "Do you have some?!"

George pulled a flesh-colored object out of his pocket and tossed it over to me. I, with my lack of athletic abilities, missed it, but Fred caught it for me and handed it to me with a chuckle. Rolling my eyes, I looked it over. It was shaped like an ear and had a string running from it that ended with a small piece to hold to your ear.

"This is brilliant," I laughed, tossing it back over to him.

"Did you think of any new ones?" George questioned.

"No I just filled out some order forms," I replied. "They're on the desk right behind you if you want to look them over."

George spun around in the chair, grabbing the small stack of papers.

"I figured we should have some of the classics in stock, like dungbombs," I explained. "I also put some Ashwinder eggs on there cause I was thinking maybe we could have love potions."

"Love potions?" Fred questioned. "You mean like have Amortentia, the most dangerous love potion out there, in stock at our joke shop?"

"I mean why not?" I shrugged. "It'd sell well with the girls at least."

"I like it," George agreed.

"Me too," Fred winked at me.

"Why are you lot talking about love potions?" My mother's teasing voice came from the door. "Fred and Scarlett are already helplessly in love anyway."

I blushed darkly but Fred just grinned.

"She's not wrong," Fred played along, lightly shoving my shoulder.