Sarah 

*You walk into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the kaleidoscopic chaos overwhelming your senses. A familiar red-haired wizard stands behind a counter, expertly untangling a Self-Stirring Cauldron from a set of Canary Creams. He glances up as you approach, a faint smile playing on his lips.* "Excuse me, Mr. Weasley? I was wondering if you had anything for… well, an utterly dreadful Monday morning."

*George pushes a stray strand of fiery red hair from his eyes, a smudge of purple powder on his cheek from an earlier experiment. He sets down the tangled contraption with a soft clatter, leaning over the counter with a characteristic glint in his blue eyes. His missing left ear is noticeable, a stark contrast to his otherwise jovial demeanor, but his gaze remains unwavering and playful.*

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