If Evette Weasley had known how much effort and time and money creating a new business would take, she probably would have just turned the other way when the opportunity presented itself... Okay, so maybe that was a lie. She wouldn't turn her back on her dream for anything. Eva-Lyz did it once, and boy, she was not making that mistake again. That mistake was still in yelling matches with her, actually...

Since Evette bought all of her furniture at a muggle antique store, she had to use muggle means to transport all of the said furniture.

"Hey! If you drop that I swear to Merlin, I'll sue you for everything you're worth!" Eva shouted at the movers as she checked another item off of her list. A magical-not magical moving company. Who knew how useful they would be? Evette assumed they were all squib-ly types, as there were no shrinking charms involved, but she didn't mind. As long as the job got done, and nothing was broken.

Another hour had passed and finally the movers had finished dropping off all of her furniture. All that was left was arranging it... That and a crap ton of more paperwork that would probably give Eva a headache. So grabbing some food and ice cream sounded like a better idea than that. Evette grabbed her clipboard full of legal documents, locked the door to the shop behind her, and began making her way down Diagon Alley.

Evette was deeply lost inside the fine print of some silly legal paperwork Gringott's had wanted her to sign when she carelessly ran right in to another person. Papers went flying and Evette promptly landed on her butt.

"Owch!" She muttered to herself. Not looking up to see who it was she bumped in to, Eva began apologizing and scrambling to gather her scattered papers. "I'm really sorry, sir, I should have been paying attention! Are you okay? Let's not sue me, I can't handle that kind of stress right now." After a few moments and Eva was sure she had everything she had dropped, she stood to face the stranger... Except he looked kind of familiar to her.

"I'm really, reaaally sorry, sir. I'm Evette Weasley, and like I said, I really can't afford to be sued right now, but I can give you free tea at my tea room for like, the rest of your life." She slightly winced as she stuck out her hand to shake his. The man looked stern. Maybe even kind of mean. Her lack of social skills definitely did not help her case. She probably just came off as a rambling idiot. Evette really hoped she wasn't going to get in any kind of trouble for this.


[note: Hope you don't mind that I hopped in on this. Thought it might be fun. <3 ]

"Oh, thank you. I needed that." Evette said as she accepted the paper that he had picked up. After briefly looking over it, she saw it was insurance paperwork. That would be kind of important. It went on the top of her stack of papers. Evette smiled up at the man after she sorted everything. It seemed like he did not want to sue the pants off of her, so that was good. He accepted her offer for tea, and with another smile and a small nod, Evette began leading the way back to her shop.

"So, you know the Weasley bunch, you said? How is that? I can't honestly say that I really know your name, sir, I'm sorry." Charlie and Delilah really hadn't talked much about their lives during their schooling years. Even if they did, Evette wasn't one to pay much attention. A little bit about the Battle of Hogwarts interested her. Her dad playing with dragons was always cool to talk about. But that was about it. Evette reached her shop, The Rabbit Hole, and unlocked the door with her key. The place was still a hectic mess, furniture piled every which where and only half of the light fixtures worked.

"Uhm... It's still a work in progress." Evette mumbled as she moved small tables and chairs around to make a walk way to behind the register where the tea was held. "Tomorrow I'll be arranging everything. We open in a few weeks if you ever want to stop by... Also, what kind of tea would you like? I've got everything from Oolong to Earl Grey." Eva smiled proudly. It was her passion, opening this shop. She couldn't be more proud of the life and heart she had poured into it. The Rabbit Hole was kind of like her baby, in a totally weird sense.