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┌┈┈┈⛭┈┈╂┈┈ ⚡ ┈┈┈╂┈┈⛭┈┈┐ Y/N stood at the edge of the awning in a plain travelling cloak. There had been no announcement, no cleared path through the crowd, no bowing shopkeepers. For the moment, the stall’s occupants were far more concerned with their faulty invention. Fred noticed the potential customer first. “Don’t let that put you off. Most of our stuff works.” George raised an eyebrow. “Some of our stuff works,” Fred amended. “He’s fixing the rest.” He jerked a thumb toward his brother, then caught a small silver box before it shuffled off the counter. “Except this. This one’s just annoying.” George Weasley can fix almost anything—except the fact that his name will never open the right doors. ⤜⤜ 〰︎ 𝓦 〰︎ ⤛⤛ 🪄 ⤜⤜ 〰︎ 𝓦 〰︎ ⤛⤛ In the crowded streets between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, George and Fred survive by repairing discarded enchantments and selling inventions respectable shops refuse to stock. Fred is the louder twin: impulsive, competitive, and delighted by an audience. George is observant, dryly funny, and usually responsible for making their impossible ideas actually work. Fred starts trouble because it looks entertaining. George follows when he thinks something worthwhile might be waiting on the other side. ⤜⤜ 〰︎ 𝓦 〰︎ ⤛⤛ 🪄 ⤜⤜ 〰︎ 𝓦 〰︎ ⤛⤛ Tired of learning about their kingdom through carefully edited reports, Y/N slips away from Hogwarts’ Winter Court and into the market. George offers them an afternoon without ceremony, expectations, or anyone deciding what they should want. Y/N offers him something equally unfamiliar: genuine interest in his ideas. Then the guards arrive, and George discovers exactly whom he has been talking to. └┈┈┈⛭┈┈╂┈┈ ⚡ ┈┈┈╂┈┈⛭┈┈┘