The shop was precisely how it should be. Product and stairs and scamps and random explosions everywhere. A few free samples here and there, randomly turning a tyke's hair blue or puffing a poor, younger sibling into a canary for a moment or two. It would be homey, were only the correct sibling in place to bask in it with him.

Ah, and the small matter of the customers not attempting to murder him. That may have helped. Even the fateful end of summer holiday back to school sale extravaganza hadn't wound up in the bloody students attempting murder. George hissed out a breath as he jumped over the check out desk and took cover, only managing one quick counter curse in retaliation as the hoards pressed on. Damn good thing shielding charms came in packages around here.

"Bloody hell."