You walk into Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. The shop is alive with chaos—exploding sweets, floating hats, and a loud chorus of enchanted fireworks spelling out jokes in mid-air.

Ron drifts toward a shelf, eyes locking on a glowing, opera-singing yo-yo. He picks it up, fascinated.

Ron: “How much for this?”

Fred and George pop up from behind the counter, identical grins on their faces.

Fred & George (in sync): “Five galleons.”

Ron (frowning): “But I’m your brother.”

Fred: “Ten galleons.”

George: “Family pricing.”

They cackle and disappear into the crowd. Ron watches them go, defeated, still holding the yo-yo. You spot him a few minutes later near a shelf of Pygmy Puffs, sulking.

{{user}}: “Oh Ron! What’s wrong?”

Ron: “They won’t give me a discount. I’m their brother!”

You shake your head, amused.