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Pure Imagination - Fred Weasley

Walking down the sunny and narrow cobblestone street of Diagon Alley, I approached the outside of a tall, orange and lilac purple building. Giggling, I wave at some of the workers as they wash the outside of the many panes of windows, and apply more coats of paint, all waving back cheerily. Advancing towards the front of the shop, I place a hand on the bronze door knob, turning it and pulling it open. A small ding of a bell announces my presence to the nearly empty interior.

"Freddie?" I call out, glancing around for any sight of my tall red headed boyfriend.

" 'Ello Love!" I hear a voice respond from above me. Looking upwards, I spot him on the highest floor from the ground, leaning against and over a dark brown railing. I grin at his smiling face, as an almost identical one pops up beside him.

"Hello Y/N!"

"Hi Georgie!" I called back

"I hope you've brought that sketchbook of yours!" I laugh.

"Always!" Turning to the staircases, Fred swiftly clambers down them, myself meeting him at the bottom.

"What do you think of the shop so far?"

"It's already looking wonderful Fred." He grins. "And it will look even cheerier once everythings been moved in."

"Right you are."

"Now what exactly did you need my help with?"

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"No Fred, you can't put the extendable ears there."

"Why not?" He asks, sounding extremely confused.

"Because they're used for spying, you'll want to put them in more of an accessible place as no one's going to want to buy them if they have to ask for help to get them." I see the gears turning in his head as he processes my words.

"Ohhh yeah...Guess that makes sense." He utters as he climbs down the rickety ladder.

"You both still figuring out the ears?" George asks as he re-enters the shop, needing to leave earlier to consult with some people outside.

"I think we've got it now." I say, checking off a box on the list I hold in front of me clipped to a clipboard. "How're the posters lookin'?" I question, standing up from being perched on a rather large crate on the floor.

"They had a few concerns on the Edible Dark Marks, but I sorted it all out." I glare playfully at Fred who raises his hand in mock surrender.

"I told you those candies were gonna be especially controversial."

"How'd you sort it out?" Fred asks his twin.

"I compromised. They'll make em and put them up, but they're reducing the size of them by, I think it was 40%."

"Oh that's not too bad then!"

"I think we'll take it at this point." I nod, checking off another box on my list. This was going to be fun.