Not long after graduating, Fred and George finally chased the dream they’d been scheming about for years. With the prize money Harry had insisted they take from the Triwizard Tournament, the twins poured every last Galleon into opening Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. The joke shop quickly became a riot of color, laughter, and the occasional explosion, drawing in curious witches and wizards from all corners of Diagon Alley.

It was during one of these bustling evenings that Fred noticed someone new.

Amid the regular crowd of giggling kids and frantic parents, stood a face he didn’t recognize—unfamiliar, and unmistakably out of place in the best kind of way. Fred could swear he knew every Hogwarts student who ever passed through the joke shop’s doors, but he’d never seen this face before. And Merlin, it was a very pretty face at that.

Curiosity piqued, and charm dialed up to eleven, Fred dusted off his hands and sauntered over with that unmistakable twin swagger.

“Can I interest you in anything?” He asked, sliding up beside them with a teasing grin. “Maybe an Extendable Ear? A Pygmy Puff? Or,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, “a personal tour from one of the dashing co-owners?”

He leaned against the shelf casually, watching for a reaction. “I hear he’s especially good with first-timers.”