One-hundred and thirty

                                    

                                          
George was at the hospital.
                          
Not because he's hurt, but because he's getting checked out to see if he's chlamydia free.
                          
He had an appointment the day after I did, but that was a week ago and it turned out he still had it so now I'm really hoping it's gone away.
                          
I was helping Fred around the shop. Helping with some of the things that was normally George's tasks, though I was terrible at it.
                          
George normally did the financing at right now there was a bunch of paperwork's with numbers needing to be checked through and signed.
                          
"No, Fred!" I shrieked as he dragged me across the floor by my feet after I had escaped the office.
                          
Customers were watching but I don't think he really cared.
                          
"Fred!" I screamed as he continued dragging me into the office where he let go of me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
                          
Fred looked down at me and pointed to the pile of papers on the desk and I followed his finger before looking at him with a frown.
                          
"They need either you or George's signature, seeing as I don't own the fucking shop!"
                          
"Then... I don't know— forge his signature."
                          
My eyes widened and I looked towards the pile of papers before looking at him again.
                          
"Forge his signature?" I asked. "That's illegal you dipshit!"
                          
"Illegal? You're married."
                          
"That's not how the law works, Fred!" I exclaimed, getting to my feet. I tried to hurry out of the office but he put out an arm, wrapped it around my stomach before pulling me further into the room.
                          
"Then sort them!" He told me, letting go of me before walking back to the door, turning to look at me. "You're not leaving the room until they're sorted."
                          
He closed the door and I scoffed. I tried opening the door but it was locked.
                          
My wand.
                          
I sighed. My wand was on the counter in the shop.
                          
Alright... wandless magic.
                          
I stepped back, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath before I looked at the door again.
                          
Focus.
                          
I had gotten better at it so I did succeed in throwing Alohomora at it. I did a little dance to myself, but realising how weird that must've looked if anyone was here, I stopped myself and walked to the door.
                          
My expression dropped completely when the door was still locked.
                          
It didn't work.
                          
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, banging my head against the door.
                          
I stood there for a moment, wishing that George would come home so he could rescue me from his idiotic brother who had locked me in the office, wanting me to forge my husbands signature.
                          
I walked over to the desk and sat down, getting comfortable in the chair that George mostly sat in. It was their shared office but George was the one who used it the most.
                          
How am I supposed to sort them?
                          
He told me to sort them but how? In what order?
                          
I groaned loudly and threw my head back as I spun around in the chair.
                          
I don't know how long I sat in the chair for, simply spinning around, but I continued for a while, giggling at the feeling until I felt nauseous.
                          
I stopped quickly, my eyes wide as I tried not to throw up.