Ottery St Catchpole

You were busy sorting through a pile of new magazines when the door to the shop jingled, and in walked two familiar faces—Fred and George. They’d always been a lively pair, but today, George had that glint in his eye that suggested mischief was brewing. Fred, as usual, wore that teasing smile.

“Afternoon,” George said with a wink as they both approached the counter, where you were sorting through some old stock.

"Afternoon," you replied, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. The twins had made a habit of visiting, and you couldn't help but notice the way they always seemed to bring an extra bit of charm when they did. It wasn’t just the tricks or the jokes—it was how they always made you feel like the most interesting person in the room.

Fred, leaned on the counter with a grin. "George here says you're quite the fan of his card tricks."

Those card tricks were always so convincing, almost like real magic. You sometimes suspect that they are doing real magic instead of just cheap tricks. You never knew they're actually wizards.