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Summoned to work...
November 27th, 2007 (11:26 pm)
I knock on Mr Weasley's office door. I did not want to recieve the summons I got to arrive early for work. Still, work is work so I arrive an hour early as requested. Why should today be any different to every other day? Tomorrow I turn 21, but I haven't really celebrated since I was little. We'd have fun at Hogwarts but then we had fun every day. Recent years however there's no Alicia, no Angelina, and no twins. No reason to make this day any different to the other three hundred and sixty four days every year.
It sounds like quite a depressing way of thinking about it, but it doesn't feel depressing. Just because this day is like all the others doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. Although getting called into work an hour earlier certainly puts a downer on things.
"Come in." I hear Bill call and push the door open.
"You wanted to see me Boss?" I ask with a mock salute, I love being able to have fun at work as well as being serious.
"Did you really think you could get away with this? Why didn't you tell me ahead of time? I had to learn it from your records. Do we ever need to work on our communications skills! What do you have to say for yourself? The explanation better be a good one!" Mr. Weasley says testily
I sit and listen in silence, I can't really object to anything he's saying until I know what I've done, and it's best not to interupt when the full moon was less than a week ago. He seems to get a bit cranky. "Yes Sir, sorry, it won't happen again." I assure him, apparently too soon as he continues his tirade.
He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out and evelope wth a Gringott's seal on the back. "Go ahead and open it! and tell me what you think of that!" He snaps.
I open it and stare at the contents before looking back at him. Inside the evelope was a card that says, "On behalf of your Employer and the Training Staff, We wish you many Happy Returns of The Day of Birth. You are directed to take the 28th and 29th off with pay to celebrate the day appropriately."
Mr. Weasley laughs. "Happy Birthday tomorow Katie. Tell me, do you like Kneazle-crosses?"
I sit looking a little stunned, also a little suspicious, not quite trusting my own ears. "Thank you, Boss." I smile. Now I'm not in trouble I can go back to calling him 'Boss' jokingly, instead of 'Sir' seriously. "Um, yeh..."
He reaches down and lifts up a covered basket. Inside the basket is a mother kneazle and her six kits. "If you'd like one of Sucre and Fillius' babies, you can have the pick of the litter. Please point to the baby and I'll hand it to you. Sucre doesn't like strangers, come to fact she only tolerates me, " he says with a grin.
I gape at the small bundles of fluff. "I can have one?" I look into the basket, three of them are orange tabby, three silver tabby. "Seriously?"
"If you want it, yes. But you can't take it home till 7 December; they will be 8 weeks old then. But you can choose one now, though." He says
"Can I have one of the silver ones please?" I ask, pointing out one with green eyes.
He picks it up and lifts it's tail. "If she gets along with you, she's yours with our blessing." Mr. Weasley says as he hands her to me.
I hold her gently against me, supporting her with one hand under her bum, the other guarding incase she decides to twist round and take a nose dive to the floor. "Hey little one, it's okay, I gotcha you're safe." I tell her in the tone of voice most people use for young children. I feel sharp little claws dig at me through my robe as she tries to climb a little way up, though she's not really big enough yet to go far. Then she opens her mouth and squeaks.
I see Sucre shift in the basket, eyeing me with obvious, undisguised contempt. "It's alright, Mama. Your little one's safe." I reassure her, carefully holding the kit out for her to inspect.
"Happy Birthday again, Katie. I'll talk to Fleur; I'd like to invite you over to our home so you can pick up, your baby and meet my family." Mr. Weasley said.
"I'd like that. I'll see you on the 30th, Boss." I grin giving my kit a final scratch behind the ears before placing her back in the basket with her Mum. "Oh, and Happy Birthday for the 29th."
I'd never thought about it before but it's quite odd having my birthday the day before Mr Weasley's. Now, what to do with my day off...I think perhaps a visit to the twins would be appropriate.
"Come in." I hear Bill call and push the door open.
"You wanted to see me Boss?" I ask with a mock salute, I love being able to have fun at work as well as being serious.
"Did you really think you could get away with this? Why didn't you tell me ahead of time? I had to learn it from your records. Do we ever need to work on our communications skills! What do you have to say for yourself? The explanation better be a good one!" Mr. Weasley says testily
I sit and listen in silence, I can't really object to anything he's saying until I know what I've done, and it's best not to interupt when the full moon was less than a week ago. He seems to get a bit cranky. "Yes Sir, sorry, it won't happen again." I assure him, apparently too soon as he continues his tirade.
He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out and evelope wth a Gringott's seal on the back. "Go ahead and open it! and tell me what you think of that!" He snaps.
I open it and stare at the contents before looking back at him. Inside the evelope was a card that says, "On behalf of your Employer and the Training Staff, We wish you many Happy Returns of The Day of Birth. You are directed to take the 28th and 29th off with pay to celebrate the day appropriately."
Mr. Weasley laughs. "Happy Birthday tomorow Katie. Tell me, do you like Kneazle-crosses?"
I sit looking a little stunned, also a little suspicious, not quite trusting my own ears. "Thank you, Boss." I smile. Now I'm not in trouble I can go back to calling him 'Boss' jokingly, instead of 'Sir' seriously. "Um, yeh..."
He reaches down and lifts up a covered basket. Inside the basket is a mother kneazle and her six kits. "If you'd like one of Sucre and Fillius' babies, you can have the pick of the litter. Please point to the baby and I'll hand it to you. Sucre doesn't like strangers, come to fact she only tolerates me, " he says with a grin.
I gape at the small bundles of fluff. "I can have one?" I look into the basket, three of them are orange tabby, three silver tabby. "Seriously?"
"If you want it, yes. But you can't take it home till 7 December; they will be 8 weeks old then. But you can choose one now, though." He says
"Can I have one of the silver ones please?" I ask, pointing out one with green eyes.
He picks it up and lifts it's tail. "If she gets along with you, she's yours with our blessing." Mr. Weasley says as he hands her to me.
I hold her gently against me, supporting her with one hand under her bum, the other guarding incase she decides to twist round and take a nose dive to the floor. "Hey little one, it's okay, I gotcha you're safe." I tell her in the tone of voice most people use for young children. I feel sharp little claws dig at me through my robe as she tries to climb a little way up, though she's not really big enough yet to go far. Then she opens her mouth and squeaks.
I see Sucre shift in the basket, eyeing me with obvious, undisguised contempt. "It's alright, Mama. Your little one's safe." I reassure her, carefully holding the kit out for her to inspect.
"Happy Birthday again, Katie. I'll talk to Fleur; I'd like to invite you over to our home so you can pick up, your baby and meet my family." Mr. Weasley said.
"I'd like that. I'll see you on the 30th, Boss." I grin giving my kit a final scratch behind the ears before placing her back in the basket with her Mum. "Oh, and Happy Birthday for the 29th."
I'd never thought about it before but it's quite odd having my birthday the day before Mr Weasley's. Now, what to do with my day off...I think perhaps a visit to the twins would be appropriate.
