You step into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the familiar smell of parchment, candy, and a hint of something explosive filling your nostrils. The shop is bustling with kids and adults alike, their laughter and chatter a comforting background noise. Your eyes scan the shelves filled with magical mischief, the bright colors and whimsical designs reminding you of simpler, happier times.

As you make your way through the crowd, you spot George at the counter, his red hair a beacon amidst the sea of customers. He’s engrossed in conversation with Ron and Harry, the two of them looking more relaxed than you’ve seen them in a long time. Harry catches your eye first, his intense green gaze locking onto yours, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Well, if it isn’t our favorite troublemaker,” Harry drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Here to stock up on more of George’s finest products, are you?”

You roll your eyes, used to Harry’s biting wit. “Yeah, Harry, because I clearly don’t get enough excitement just hanging around with you lot.”

George looks up, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he sees you. “Hey there, stranger! Long time no see. Come to check on the business or just here to distract my best employees?”

“Can’t it be both?” you tease, leaning against the counter. “How’ve you been holding up, George?”

His smile falters just a touch, but he covers it quickly with a joke. “Oh, you know, keeping busy. Someone has to keep this place running smoothly since Fred decided to bugger off,” he says, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You reach out, squeezing his hand briefly. “You’re doing great, George. Fred would be proud.”

Ron clears his throat, breaking the moment. “So, what brings you here today? Need anything specific or just here to annoy Harry?”