Diagon Alley was bustling with activity, not generally strange, though for the day and hour, it was. George should have been surprised to see so many people milling through the streets so early on a Tuesday morning. Should have being the key phrase. Fortunately, George had been warned about the possibility of the busy morning by the owner of Flourish and Blotts who had scheduled a book signing that day. It wasn't until the afternoon, but apparently a lot of people were fans of this particular author. George himself had never heard of him, but with all the people there he'd decided to run a bit of a special that day in his own shop. Anyone who came in with a signed copy of the book would receive a sample box of their news line of Skiving Snackboxes. Which was why George himself was so early, he needed to set up the boxes.
Pushing his way through the crowd made the usually simple trek to the shop from the Leaky Cauldron a hassle. Still, he kept his smile on his face and waved a hand in greeting to anyone who waved at him. Eventually, the throng of people thinned out and he arrived at the shop to find a few of his workers waiting outside the door. He unlocked it and they hurried inside to get started on the day. While his employees stocked the regular inventory, George put together the small sample boxes, which included a new and improved Nose Bleed Nougat, a Sneezing Sucker (which caused uncontrollable and incredibly loud sneezing) and a brand new Cure All, which would instantly stop the symptoms of any of the Snackboxes rather than their individual remedies.
Once he'd made a large number of those, he walked into the office, frowning at the large pile of paperwork that Fred had left on his desk. He'd expected it, Fred generally hated paperwork and usually left it for his twin to do when he came in, but it still annoyed him. George was also not a fan of the more bureaucratic aspect of being a business owner, but at least he could tolerate more than Fred. He was about to start the paperwork when he glanced at the clock. They were opening early that day and George wanted to make sure he was on the floor to help with the expected overflow of people. Paperwork would have to wait and he was okay with that.
The morning was much busier than even he'd expected and he sort of wished he'd told Fred to come in and help, but once the crowd dispersed and the store was still standing, he was glad. The samples had flown off the shelves and led to an increase in the sale of the actual products, which had been the plan all along. All in all, the morning had been a successful one and as lunch time rolled around, George was extremely pleased with everything. His staff on the other hand looked like they were about to drop from exhaustion.
"Alright guys, lunch is on me. Take an hour and tell where ever you go to bill me," he said, grinning. As they left, George turned his attention to restocking the now bare shelves. He'd just started on his third row when the bell to the store rang and he headed toward the counter. "Feel free to take a look around and let me know if you have any questions," he called out as he rounded the corner, a smile plastered to his face.
Quidditch was one of Angelina's greatest loves. It really got her blood pumping. Winning or losing, Quidditch was her life but it was also tiring. Being away from George for so long really wore her out at times. Still, he supported her in whichever way he could and that helped her get through the days when he couldn't make it down to her games. But thankfully, all that was over with and she now had a week long vacation to look forward to. And the first thing she planned on doing, outside of changing was to stop by Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to see her hubby.
She loved the shop and all the crazy and creative things inside it. You could definitely tell how much of Fred and George really went into everything. And it was always so full of energy as well, which was definitely something she could appreciate. Energy was something she fed off of and even if it didn't come from a huge stadium filled audience it didn't quite matter. Energy was energy and the energy the shop provided was fantastic. But weirdly enough, as she finally made her way through Diagon Alley and into the store it was empty, both of people and unsurprisingly of merchandise as well.
It only took a minute for her to spot George, him being the only one in the store in all. A part of her wanted to surprise him, so she tried her best to quietly sneak through the shelves but apparently he'd heard her since he decided to take the opportunity to approach the counter. She laughed a bit when he gave her permission to look around. "Thanks for the offer but I seem to have spotted what I was looking for already," she said, smiling from ear to ear.
She went around the counter and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much," she whispered and she inhaled his scent. Pulling back to look at him she grinned even wider. "Looks like somebody could use a trim." She didn't mind it too much of course, Angelina was used to his hair being a bit scruffy, as well as his beard.
"So tell me good sir, what have you been up to since I've been gone?"