Verity Ford was sitting at the counter of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. She had short, straight, blonde hair that just skimmed her shoulders and long bangs that reached just under her eyebrows. She had the platinum type of hair, and honestly not to fond of the color. But Verity did like the soft freckles that were flecked across her nose and cheeks and the brown eyes beneath her bangs. And she was 8 months younger than her bosses, Fred and George Weasley, but was head shorter.

She was fuddling with a lock of hair with her wand tucked behind her right ear. Business was slow that day and loud noises were coming from the back room. Some were bangs, some were booms, some were blasts, some were the twins yelling, and some were cheers of joy. Verity sighed and took out her wand. She began pulling things out of midair just to amuse her self.

After a ten year old soon-to-be-wizard left the shop, while a dozen doves flew around the shop, Fred and George emerged from the back room, coughing, after an especially big blast from the back. They were covered in head to toe in soot. Flaming red hair barely visible.

"What happened?" Verity asked shocked as she turned around. Black smoke was curling under the magenta curtain.

"Well," Fred started, "do you remember the powder from Peru we were waiting for?"

Verity nodded.

"Well, it came," George said, "and we kinda used it an itsy, bittsy, tinny, little-"

"Too much," his twin finished. "And magic doesn't get rid of it," he added as an after thought.

"Are you kidding me!" her jaw almost reached the ground.

"Is that gonna be a problem?"

"Because we really have to be going-"

"Good luck and all!"

"Cheers!"

The twins started to walk around the counter and out of the store.

"Oh no you don't!" Verity jumped over the counter and grabbed both the twins by the back of their robes.

"Verr!"

"C'mon 'Rit!"

"Don't make me fire you!"

Verity just smiled. A year and a billion product testing together had made them close friends. They would never fire her.

Two hours later the back room had been cleaned thoroughly and Verity was just as dirty as the twins. Verity fell back in the only chair in the room, Fred sat on a box, and the box George tried sitting on opened up and he fell in. luckily the box was only full of Expandable Ears. If it was anything else, George would no longer have a butt.

"Well, that was lucky," he said as he got up, looking at the box next to it, Chattery Teeth: pop them in during class and be excusedwith a caseof chills.

"We really need a new slogan for those," Verity said, looking at the same box.

"Well, what do you purpose, ma'am?" Fred asked smiling.

Verity sighed, "I dunno, I just manage the place, clean the place, test new products, sit at the counter during the most boring hours, do muggle card tricks to-"

"She's rambling…," George muttered to his twin, who nodded. Verity heard him of course and glared at him with a steely gaze.

Before her could utter a word of apologies he had acquired elephant ears and his twin now had grown a lions mane.

The twins admired each others newly acquired animal parts.

"So what do you call that?" Fred asked, not realizing he was tugging on George's ear a little too hard.

Verity shrugged her shoulders, "Get back at the bosses?"

They stayed at the shop until midnight, trying to turn Verity's hex into a product.

It's my first Fred and George story so please small flames and words of wisdom are greatly appriciated. And I did not make up Verity (only her last name) she's actually in the book! So there!