Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes ((Open))

[GEORGE WEASLEY]

Finally, this was the year that Fred and George was no longer in school, but being able to start up a new life for themselves. Over the summer they had been busy with their new shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Since the following year they had their small little business going on, they had decided to expand their small business, into a local shop. With the help from Harry, they were able to purchase and own a perfect location in Diagon Alley. They knew that having a shop there would be easy money. The products of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes are all home made, which brought a unique sense to their store. They didn't have to spend a lot of money buying products, just the supplies that were needed.

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George slowly backed the truck up to the front of the store, coming to a nice, smooth halt. It had only been merely a few days since they had purchased the place, and already the exterior and interior looked complete. George got out of the truck and came around to the back, where he unlocked the back doors. Climbing inside he pulled out a few boxes, placing them carefully on the ground, as the box was labelled 'explosive' and it wasn't a joke.
Fred had began carrying the boxes inside, to where Ginny was helping out -putting the merchandise on the shelves and all that.

[RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY]

Ron grumbled as he climbed from the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. He hadn’t wanted to be out here, but mum had nagged and nagged him. Something about being a proper younger brother, and how Fred and George would do the same for him. He seriously doubted it. Brushing the soot from his clothes, he took his wand from his pocket as he walked out back, tapping the brick wall and opening up the door into Diagon Alley. He stuffed his wand into his pocket irritably, muttering about how all the work would need to be done by hand, as if they were a bunch of muggles.

He stopped for a moment as he caught sight of the huge truck outside of their new building. How had Fred and George managed to get that truck there? They didn’t have muggle driver’s permits. At least he didn’t think that they did. If they did he needed to remember to stay away from anywhere that they were driving, they would think it was funny if they ran him down with that monster of a truck, and all three of them knew it.

Finally reaching their new shop, he sighed, digging his hands into the pockets of his Jeans as he approached the twins hard at work unloading boxes from the truck, tossing a sickle at Fred. “You know, it’s not fair winning the bet that I’d show up by talking to mum. Whatever happened to fair play and being nice to your family?” He asked, a slightly sulkey tone in his voice. They had made a bet earlier that week that they wouldn’t be able to force him to get to their shop and help him. He hadn’t thought they’d stoop so low as to tell their mother that he wasn’t planning on showing up. It just wasn’t fair. “So now that you dragged me out here, what do I get the honor of doing for you?” He said, a small hint of sarcasm evident in his tone.

[FRED WEASLEY]

Fred picked up one of the boxes that George had setted just outside the shop doors. His eyes flickered up, from seeing a figure walking towards him from his peripheral vision. A smile that any time soon was going to burst out into laughter had formed on his lips. "Ron.." He said. "What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" He asked, almost on the urge to laugh. "George, look who it is," He called out, "Our little brother has come to give us a hand," He laughed.
George, who had his head peaking out from inside the truck, was now wearing a smile on his face. "You were right Fred.. he would show up," He laughed, bringing down another box of their products into the store.

Fred laughed and caught the sickle that Ron had just thrown at him, without loosing balance with the other box in his other arm. Fred laughed at Ron's comments on their bet being unfair. "Hey, you shouldn't have started a bet with me in the first place," He smiled.
George had already came out of the shop. "You've know us for how long..?" George asked, "We don't know the meaning of fair play," He laughed and pulled out the last box from the truck. Already heading inside with it.

Fred smiled and glanced at Ron. "He's right," He shrugged already following after George. Once inside, Fred placed the last box on the ground and turned to face Ron. "Well.. since you came a long way, you can help Ginny stock the merchandise," Fred smiled handing Ron a box that didn't held any explosives, knowing that Ron would blow the place up if he even touched anything explosive.