The bell above the door jingled, pulling George’s attention from the stack of parchment he’d been half-heartedly scribbling on. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was its usual riot of color and chaos, shelves overflowing with Skiving Snackboxes, Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, and an assortment of vibrant products designed to make any dull day extraordinary. George looked up with a practiced grin, the kind that came easily now, even if it didn't always reach his eyes. A new customer had stepped in, and despite the steady hum of activity, George’s instincts told him this visit would be anything but ordinary.

"Welcome," he greeted them cheerily. "Anything I can help you with, today?"