Bright lights and balls bounced about the front window. She had this place mesmerized like no other since she practically lives at her uncle's joke shop. It was a normal, odd day for the shop. Muggle music bleared in the store. Lizzy didn't know who the band was, but she like them. They weren't bad at all. She usually listen to the muggle station on the radio, that did not blow up when ever she touched it unlike most electronics that her Grandfather Artie brought her ever Christmas. This Weasley and muggle technology did not get along. She didn't know why, but it just didn't like her.

Her chipped, white-out painted nails drummed on the wooden counter. Lizzy was going out of her mind. Her uncle forbade her for two weeks for making anything because she almost blow up the whole store. Two weeks! It was a bit harsh if you ask her. Just because no one was there to supervise her didn't mean that that she should be banned from making new pranks, just that she should be watched twenty-four-seven at least. She navy blue eyes wondered over to the clock that sat next to the registrar. Two, twenty-six it read; it had only been a minute since the last time she check. This was going great.

After taking a deep breath in, Lizzy let out a loud sigh as she rested her chin on her folded freckle covered arms. This had to be the most boring day of her life. Sure people came in... like ever minute, but it was still boring since she couldn't do anything for them besides check them out. Behind her, the Pygmy Puffs banged against their cage. They were cute, but the colors annoyed her. Why pick and purple? Why not other colors? Again, she glances at the clock. Bloody hell, not even a minute pass since the last time she check the thing.