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Many witches and wizards know Fred and George Weasley as the owners of the infamous Weasley Wizard Wheezes joke shop. I know them as the goofball pranksters I went to Hogwarts with. And... as of lately, I also know them as the friends who allow me to sleep on their couch... Truth be told, I wasn't very lucky in the money department... My sister, Amber was already living with her boyfriend Fred, so when she found out I was out of a job and home, they invited me to live with them until i was able to get a place of my own. So, to help with the bills, I work at the joke shop and half of my paycheck goes to my rent. I tried getting them to take all of it, but they wouldn't have it...

So, there we were; all working in the shop in the mostly abandoned (not to mention bloody depressing) Diagon Alley, Trying to brighten people's days despite the Death Eaters. I had to admit, we were doing a damned good job at cheering people up... not to blow our own horn or anything. It seemed like every wizard and witch that walked through those doors instantly forgot about the bleak darkness and depressing sight outside. I suppose that was the reason why Fred and George kept the shop open... They were always good at making people smile, even if they were stubborn as all hell... Like myself...

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"Oi! Nikki!"

My head snapped up to the stairs where I assumed the yelling was coming from. George stood at the middle of them, waving at me to walk over.

"Yeah, what is it George?" I called back, making my way to the stairs.

"We had a mishap with one of the fireworks," He started, motioning me to follow him as he headed to the second story of the store.

"It knocked over a bunch of the Muggle Magic Tricks, ya mind helping me clean it up?" He requested as we stopped at the front of the narrow isle.

Fake plastic flowers, doves, rabbits and black top hats cluttered the floor. I groaned, pulled out my wand and walked down the aisle.

"You couldn't have done this on your own?" I asked in an annoyed tone as I levitated the items back to their shelves. George smirked.

"Now why would I do that when I can have people that work for me to do it?" I rolled my eyes at him and walked farther down the aisle to pick up the rest.

Just as I was about to clean up the rest of the mess, something odd happened. I couldn't see a thing.

Everything was black an I couldn't see my hand if I put it right in front of my face.

"George?" I called to what I thought was the other side of the aisle. I was then abruptly shoved against one of the shelves, knocking over more of the damned merchandise.

"George if that's you, you'd better quit it or I will kill off all of your future children!" I shouted, and then heard someone mutter something nearby. I tried to move, but my feet wouldn't budge. In fact, I could;t move anything at all.

"Calm down, will you?" George replied, muttering something again. "I just wanted to try something, geeze." He complained when I regained control of my limbs.

"I still can't see." I pointed out, getting just a tad pit pissed off as i gestured to my face.

"I know, and I'm not fixing it...! Just so you know, I just stuck my tongue out at you." He replied with a chuckle.

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