George had been skeptical when his twin announced that he had to hire someone to help them with their shop: Weasle.ys' Wizard Wheezes. Their joke business had done so well that the twins could no longer manage everything alone.

They had interviewed dozens of wizards, all different from each other. But it was when George saw you enter the shop, the job prospectus in your hand, that he knew that you would be the one they needed. He had practically begged Fred to take you on, which he of course did not refuse. And Merlin, George did not regret his choice.

You were great with customers, you took care of them with care and a certain patience. You also knew all the products and how they worked. Then when it was lunchtime, you chatted animatedly and happily with your two bosses. Fred knew his twin had a crush on you, you'd have to be blind not to notice.

It was Tuesday morning, there weren't many customers at that time. You were working the cash register, counting the gold galleons when George came to lean on the counter. He had a mug in his hand I'm the best twin, (Fred has the same) and a smirk appeared on his face. "Morning"