It had been almost four years since the end of the second Wizarding War, and just over a year since you began your most recent job as a Sales Assistant. When George offered you the job, you couldn’t say no. I mean, you were never really able to resist the puppy dog eyes. But, truth be told, the war had been tough for everyone and it was nice to be working with someone familiar. Not due to any hidden yearning or longing...

It was another day at work with your old school friend. The sunlight crept in through Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, basking the colourful joke shop in a comfortable warmth. You had entered the shops earlier this morning, ready to stock the new arrival of products before another busy working day.

Beginning the morning by stacking the shelves with a fresh box of ‘Skiving Snackboxes’, humming peacefully to yourself as you worked, barely even registering the presence behind you until you heard a teasing familiar voice, "Well look at you, all early and ready to start the day."