Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny entered the Weasley Wizard Wheezes shop in Diagon Alley. It was the only outlet on the street that wasn't boarded up and had its windows smashed in by thieves. The shop was thriving with a continuous array of children heading in and out of the store. Among those children, were the three sixth years and fifth year who were desperate to finally see the shop that had become infamous over the summer. With how dim and dark the holiday had been, they collectively agreed that they needed a bit of a laugh. Especially Harry, who had been thinking nonstop about the things he could've done differently in order to save Sirius.

Slipping into the shop, the four were immediately greeted by the loud laughter and pops, whizzes and bangs of Weasley products. The place was full with shelves and displays that were all being observed and used by people of all ages. Parents ventured in with their young children and found themselves distracted by the many impressive joke products. Hermione and Ginny strayed towards the violently pink section of the shop while Ron and Harry headed for the first section they saw; the Screaming Yo-yos.

"How much is this?"

"Three galleons and seven sickles."

"Oi sweetie, how many of these do you have in stock?"

"All the ones on the display are the ones we have."

"Can you check out the back?"

Blair's anger twinged at the classic phrase and glared harshly at the middle aged man who held four Fanged Frisbees in his arms. The man raised an eyebrow at her, as if daring for her to challenge a paying customer. Blair cursed her deep purple shirt and bright orange badge that said 'Staff member' before carrying the box that was in her arms towards the back room, where she would 'search' for more Fanged Frisbees for the oh-so-polite customer.

"Blair?" a voice called and she turned her head, ready to begin ranting to her boss(es) about the many customers that had been unnecessarily rude to her. But she stopped when she recognised the orange hair, but on a different body and of a completely different gender.

"Ginny!" she cheered and put the box down on the nearly empty display of Fever Fudge, before accepting the Weasley's embrace like a cat accepting a grooming. Ginny grinned into Blair's shoulder, noticing how much longer the girl's ponytail was and how happy she looked despite the stressful amount of customers.

"Merlin, you're practically glowing!" Hermione laughed as she came up behind the two, watching as they pulled away and she took her turn in hugging Blair. "I thought retail was a stressful job."

"Oh trust me. I'd say I keep myself pretty well composed," Blair stated and picked up the box from the stand once more. "I'll come back and talk in a second. I've got to get this to the back and glance briefly at where the Fanged Frisbees should be."

As Blair left, Hermione and Ginny spotted the Love Potions and began looking through the bottles that were left on the stand. With a majority of the area's population being girls, the sound of giggles rang like a hum among the witches. Threading through the crowd of witches and wizards, was one half of the Weasley twins that owned the premises. He looked over the many heads of customers and longed to see the black head of hair that could ease his worries. Without her, he was sure that the store would be turned on its head from the lack of professionalism and order she usually was able to keep.

Emerging from the backroom with her hands now free, Blair fleetingly told the rude customer from before that there were no Fanged Frisbees left. The man stiffened and narrowed his eyes down at the girl, before uttering the words Blair was just waiting to hear.

"Can I speak to your manager, sweetheart? I just need someone who knows what they're actually talking about."

Before she could whip out her wand and banish the man from the store, a hand was placed on the small of her back and a presence could be felt against the side of her.

"You asked for me, sir? I hear that you've been referring to my staff as a sweetheart?"

George stood tall next to Blair and knew that she was staring up at him with admiring and relieved eyes. Dressed in his brown suit with a flashing bow-tie and his orange hair gelled up neatly, he stood with his eyebrows raised at the customer who attempted to straighten his posture and match George's six foot four height. The customer continued to glare down at Blair while looking smug at the Weasley, ready to put up a fight and prove that he, as the customer, was and always will be right.

"Yes, Mr Weasley-"

"Call me George," he smiled almost casually, waving his hand in a welcoming gesture. Customers continued to bustle around them, being wary of the bright red hair that signified the owner of the roof that was currently over their heads. From afar, Ron and Harry watched the three in anticipation as they shuffled through the stack of Exploding Snap packets.

"George," the man nodded and eased his shoulders, now feeling comfortable as he was speaking to what he considered as an equal life form. "Your employee here has been so unhelpful."

"Oh really?" George raised an eyebrow and glanced down at Blair, feigning ignorance.

"Yes. She says that there are no Fanged Frisbees left besides these. She is withholding products from me! And as a paying customer, I suggest you look into this girl's position here-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, sir," George put his hand up once more but this time around, it was a sign for the man to stop talking. His lips had been pulled into a tight frown and his hand was now firmly around Blair's waist. "The only Fanged Frisbees we have are in your hands. She is not withholding products from you, numbnuts. She was being exceptionally polite and if there was a higher position, I would give it to her. But that would mean she would be an owner, which my brother wouldn't be too happy about. And for you, as a paying customer, do not have the right to call my staff sweetheart, sweetie or honey. And it is also not within your right to question her employment here. So, you will pay for your things at the counter, and then you will leave. Alright, pumpkin head?"

Blair didn't see the man's reaction because George had pulled her away from the scene right after his liberating speech. But she imagined that it was one of complete astonishment and offence, which brought her a sense of pride and accomplishment. She still hadn't gotten used to the way Fred and George spoke to their rude customers, but hadn't felt an ounce of discomfort from their tactics. She had never been to a shop before where the owners defended their staff to the extent of calling them pumpkin heads and numbknuts. It was refreshing and she felt secure and protected no matter what the situation.

"You talk to customers like that?!" Ron cried when they reached him and Harry. The two's jaws had only just been closed from watching the award-winning performance from George and had rushed to intercept them before they reached the stairs that led to the second floor.

"Only the ones that deserve it," George shrugged and squeezed Blair's side, making her squirm and giggle from the ticklish feeling. He grinned at her reaction and motioned for her to head over to the Pygmy Puff tank, where a bunch of kids were tapping on the glass forcefully.

"See you guys later," Blair said fleetingly as she headed towards the case, only to look over her shoulder and point a finger at the three. "And Ron, you get a twenty-five percent discount, okay? Harry, you get everything for free! Don't let him tell you guys anything different!"

George rolled his eyes as Blair slipped through the crowd and appeared beside the Pygmy Puff tank, telling the kids to stop tapping the glass as it scares the animals. Harry and Ron analysed his expression of pure love and looking completely whipped, the smile on his face dopey and stretching until his eyes disappeared into thin slits. He could barely take his eyes off the girl who took a purple puff out of the tank and held it in her palms for the kids to see, beaming at the expressions of awe that were innocent and unknowing. She was a natural and George couldn't have asked for a better employee and/or girlfriend.

"You're really whipped, huh?" Ron teased and his brother jerked his head around, blinking down at the two that he had momentarily forgot were standing there.

"Just for that, you've lost your family discount, Ronnie-kins."

Ron's eyes widened and he babbled aimlessly as George walked away, looking for Fred to see if he needed any help. Harry held back his laugh and took hold of his friend's arm, pulling him towards the exit where they would wait for Ginny and Hermione to be done with their browsing and purchases. For a few minutes, he had forgotten about his grief for the death of his godfather. And that was classified as a good time in his eyes.

At the end of the busy day, Fred locked the front door of the shop and turned the sign to 'Closed'. Verity had thankfully stocked all the shelves before she left, leaving the store full for tomorrow where there would be an equally as busy day. He extinguished the lights with a flick of his wand and he climbed the bright orange stairs, narrowly missing the Decoy Detonator that was walking in circles on the fifth step. He pushed open the door to the flat and let it close behind him with a sigh, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the pulsating coat hanger that sat by the door. The hanger shivered from the weight but kept his jacket ascended off the ground.

"How many customers did we lose today and why?" Fred asked his brother who was lounging on the sofa that stretched from one wall of the living room to the other.

"About six," George estimated with a shimmy of his hand.

"Two insulted me as a 'incompetent woman who doesn't understand how a business works' and three asked me if I was single," Blair spoke up from in front of the stove, a saucepan boiling and a frying pain sizzling on it's top. She had unpinned her badge and placed it on the counter next to her, her uniform still dawning her torso and her ponytail still hanging down her back.

"And the last one?" Fred raised an eyebrow and Blair looked to George, a loud exhale of breath falling from her nose.

"Yeah, George. What about the last one?" she repeated with a knowing tone. George smiled sheepishly at her and looked to his brother with an embarrassed look.

"Potts came in. I told him to leave before he made it past the Love Potions stand."

Fred put his hand over his eyes and wanted badly to scold his twin for the ridiculous reason. But after some private deliberating, he realised two things; one being that his brother wasn't to be reasoned with because he was too much like himself. And he wouldn't want to be scolded for his decisions either. The second thing he realised was that he would probably send Potts out of the shop as well, regardless of whether he was going to buy something or not.

"How much did we make, though?" he decided to ask.

"One thousand three hundred galleons."

Fred's tense shoulders slacked and a lazy grin took its place on his face. He collapsed into the armchair that sat by the window that overlooked Diagon Alley that was now deserted. Because of the scare of the Dark Lord being at large once more, the foot traffic had died down considerably in all parts of the Wizarding world. Its decrease hadn't affected the shops much as most of them had closed down anyway. Weasley Wizard Wheezes was one of the only shops left in Diagon Alley and they had been thriving since their opening.

Blair carried three steaming bowls of Fettuccini Carbonara from the kitchen and charmed one to lower into Fred's awaiting hands. He dived into the creamy goodness as soon as he had a grip on it and yelped at it burning his tongue, only to then shove more into his mouth. Blair then settled into the space between the armrest and George's side, snuggling against his torso as his arm rested around her shoulders. The two dived into their own bowls of pasta and felt their insides warm at its taste.

"Oh Merlin," George moaned. "This is so good. Please don't ever leave us."

"Considering how much you two enjoy my cooking-" Blair eyed Fred who hoovered up the pasta with sauce covering his chin. "-I don't think you'll ever let me."

Finishing their dinners, the three felt at peace in their flat. The room was dimly lit and the many available blankets made it feel like the common rooms back at Hogwarts. It was warm and comfortable; a place that you could relax in no matter how stressed and tense you once were. They had worked hard to make the shop into the image they had in their minds and ensured that their flat was suitable for all three of their very different personalities. It was their sanctuary and they knew that they'd be living together for a long, long time.