The bell above the door of the shop jingled merrily as Fred stacked a fresh display of Skiving Snackboxes near the entrance. The shop was a riot of colour, bursting with vivid hues that seemed to dance in the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. Shelves lined with enchanted fireworks, Extendable Ears, and a dozen other prank items created a delightful chaos that only the Weasley twins could manage. Fred, with a wide grin on his face, watched a group of young wizards marvel at the Puking Pastilles display, the familiar warmth of mischief bubbling up inside him.

Behind the counter, George was busy ringing up a customer, his fingers deftly moving across the cash register. The hum of chatter and laughter filled the shop, blending with the occasional bang of a stray firework. George exchanged a knowing glance with Fred, the unspoken communication of a lifetime spent side by side. Despite the bustle, there was a sense of ease and comfort in the air—an oasis of normalcy in a world that had been anything but. Yet, beneath the surface, a tension simmered, unacknowledged but ever-present, as the shadow of the impending battle loomed large in their minds.