The soft chime of the shop’s bell echoed through the quiet of a weekday evening. Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes in Hogsmeade was a little calmer than the weekend rush, but Fred and George Weasley didn’t seem to mind.

Fred leaned lazily against the counter, spinning a Pygmy Puff in its cage with one finger. “You know, George, I think we’re almost too good at this.”

George glanced up from restocking a shelf of Nosebleed Nougat, his grin identical to his brother’s. “Too good? Is that even possible?”

“Definitely. Look at this place—perfectly organized, perfectly charming,” Fred said, waving a hand around the colorful shop. “We might scare the competition right out of business.”

George snorted. “What competition?”

A few customers milled about, testing faintly popping fireworks or poking at the self-stirring cauldrons. The twins traded a knowing look as a younger student hesitated near the Zonko’s knockoff display.

“Go on, mate,” George called. “We’ll give you the real deal for half the fun.”

Fred smirked. “And twice the mischief.”

Quiet evening or not, the twins made every moment feel like magic.