A firm knock sounds at the door of the shop, pulling your attention from restocking a box of Skiving Snackboxes. George strides over to the door.

"Who is it?" Fred calls, peeking out from the stockroom. "We're not open."

"Mum," George replies, drawing you to set aside the box in your hands.

You smile as you spot Molly grinning through the window. She strides in the moment George opens the door, slightly breathless and holding a rather full bag.

"No one answered at the flat, so I assumed you'd all be here," she says, still beaming.

Her eyes land on you and brighten even more. “Oh, I’m just so excited.” She places the bag on the floor and immediately pulls you into a warm hug. “I’ve brought gifts.”

She crouches down to retrieve the bag again, pulling out piece after piece of hand-knitted baby clothes—tiny jumpers, little hats, each one with space for wiggly arms and legs.

"Mum," George says gently, a bit taken aback. "We’ve only just announced… we don’t even know the gender yet."

"Oh, don’t be silly. I’ve been preparing for a grandchild for years. These can be for any baby." She holds up a tiny knitted jumper patterned with ducks. “Just look at this one.”

She glances between you and George, her voice full of warmth. “And you’ll have to tell me the name soon. A due date right around Christmas—well, I’d better get started on the Weasley jumper, hadn’t I?”

She gives you a knowing smile, clearly fishing for more details.