What a Wonderful World
Jul 7, 2015 1:06:57 GMT
Post by Louis Weasley on Jul 7, 2015 1:06:57 GMT
The summer had barely started and already it had Louis in a piss-poor mood. Granted, it didn't take much to make the boy go sour, but still he ought to enjoy his freedom more, shouldn't he? It wasn't that Louis minded being out of school, in fact he loved not having to share a room with a bunch of loud, vulgar boys, and being generally left alone, but this summer it seemed he was to be followed by what he had tried to escape.
Louis' uncles George and Ron had kidnapped him from shell cottage in order to come work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes over the summer. The pay was shit, the job was monotonous and boring, but on top of it all, from open to close, there were kids all sweat and various other dripping liquids running about the place like chickens. It was a zoo and while George and Ron could come in and "enjoy the atmosphere" they also had the ability to disappear into the back room or their office just as easily. It was Louis who was left to make sure the air headed witch working the till could do her job properly and to re-organize all the knick-nacks and novelties the brats running rampant in his store knocked off the shelves. How was it that Louis had got stuck working the shop when his sister Dom got to go back to France with their mother for July, while Louis had to work. If he had ever heard of anything so unfair . . .
"Ah!" Louis exclaimed suddenly, a hand flying to his head as a chorus of prepubescent laughter erupted from above. Louis turned to face the high pitched chortles and snorts with a foul grimace. One little boy reached out into the air to retrieve an Ever-Bashing-Boomerang. Most likely the weapon used to assault poor Louis Weasley.
"Go! Get out! We don't need you stirring up trouble here!" Louis shouted up to the kids who were looking down through the colorful poles of a banister belonging to the second floor railing. They all scrambled still in a fit of giggles, but more importantly clutching the Boomerang to which Louis groaned, but dutifully set after the unpaid for merchandise.
"Oi! To the tills with you lot!" Louis shouted, running now after the children, but before he could grab the grubby rugrat clutching his uncles' boomerang, the tell-tale sign of the door bell rang, and the young thieves dispersed into the slowly flowing crowd filling up Diagon Alley. Louis sighed, leaning against the store entrance's door frame as he ran a hand through coppery hair. It was two in the afternoon already and he had been stranded in the middle of the joke shop's chaos since eight. He needed a brake.
"Minnie!" Louis called to the till worker, "I'm taking my lunch." The witch gave a smile and small wave to her cowroker, indicating she understood before turning back to the elderly machine in fornt of her, still unsure of how everything worked, to the dismay of her current customer. Louis shook his head, beyond caring at this point and exited the store, intent on making his way to anywhere that wasn't his job.
Cas Carson
Louis' uncles George and Ron had kidnapped him from shell cottage in order to come work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes over the summer. The pay was shit, the job was monotonous and boring, but on top of it all, from open to close, there were kids all sweat and various other dripping liquids running about the place like chickens. It was a zoo and while George and Ron could come in and "enjoy the atmosphere" they also had the ability to disappear into the back room or their office just as easily. It was Louis who was left to make sure the air headed witch working the till could do her job properly and to re-organize all the knick-nacks and novelties the brats running rampant in his store knocked off the shelves. How was it that Louis had got stuck working the shop when his sister Dom got to go back to France with their mother for July, while Louis had to work. If he had ever heard of anything so unfair . . .
"Ah!" Louis exclaimed suddenly, a hand flying to his head as a chorus of prepubescent laughter erupted from above. Louis turned to face the high pitched chortles and snorts with a foul grimace. One little boy reached out into the air to retrieve an Ever-Bashing-Boomerang. Most likely the weapon used to assault poor Louis Weasley.
"Go! Get out! We don't need you stirring up trouble here!" Louis shouted up to the kids who were looking down through the colorful poles of a banister belonging to the second floor railing. They all scrambled still in a fit of giggles, but more importantly clutching the Boomerang to which Louis groaned, but dutifully set after the unpaid for merchandise.
"Oi! To the tills with you lot!" Louis shouted, running now after the children, but before he could grab the grubby rugrat clutching his uncles' boomerang, the tell-tale sign of the door bell rang, and the young thieves dispersed into the slowly flowing crowd filling up Diagon Alley. Louis sighed, leaning against the store entrance's door frame as he ran a hand through coppery hair. It was two in the afternoon already and he had been stranded in the middle of the joke shop's chaos since eight. He needed a brake.
"Minnie!" Louis called to the till worker, "I'm taking my lunch." The witch gave a smile and small wave to her cowroker, indicating she understood before turning back to the elderly machine in fornt of her, still unsure of how everything worked, to the dismay of her current customer. Louis shook his head, beyond caring at this point and exited the store, intent on making his way to anywhere that wasn't his job.
Cas Carson