"We're almost there, my love. Just a few more corners."

George cooed softly in a low, gentle tone from beside you, a pleased hum rumbling in his throat. He reached over to lightly rub your shoulders, using his other hand to simultaneously fix his tie.

"But we've been walking for ages!" You protested.

"You can handle it."

As the two of you traversed throughout Diagon Alley, passing various shops, the orange hue of the joke shop stood out like a sore spot. The lights were off inside the building, concealing all it had to offer on the inside.

"See? It's just right there, you'll be fine."