Disclaimer: Ok picture this I'm J.K Rowling the multi-billionaire (not even millionaire no decency these days) Ok so I have oodles of money do you really think I'd be wasting time writing little stories on the internet? No I didn't think so. I'd rather spend time in my luxury yacht in the Caribbean. Ok so the long and short of it is I'm not J.K Rowling and don't own anything. (Nice daydream though.)

A/N: This is a short little story (linked with 'The Park' but you don't have to read it but if you have it's an independent story about Fred and George selling their merchandise at the park etc.)

W.W.W. out and about.

"Here this looks good Fred." George said starting to unfold the table.

When the table was ready the boys started unloading their pocket laying everything out neatly.

"Remember George be fierce. A raging river in the Amazon. A lion ready to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle. A Cornish pixie on some kind of hallucinogenic drug." Fred said dramatically.

It wasn't long until their little makeshift stall was alive, buzzing, tingling with anticipation.

"I never realised what a goldmine the muggle industry was Fred." George shouted over the din of the swarming crowd.

"I know they're so needy like mom during that special time of month." Fred replied.

The crowd oooed and awed at the spectacle that they were watching. Fire crackers exploding, chewing gum foaming, and rabbits popping out of hats. MAGIC!

"How are they buying this malarkey I mean it's not even remotely good?" George asked.

"No idea George." Fred laughed.

"We're in the money, we're in the money!" they both sang in unison.

The crowd had lulled and the merchandise was gone. The stall left ravaged.

"Only the table left Fred." George said proudly lets pack up and ship out.

Then a girl came up to the table. "Excuse me is this where they are selling the magic stuff."

"Yes, but we're all sold out. Sorry." Fred said.

"Oh, I'll buy the table off you." the girl replied.

"The table?" George said.

"I'll give you a tener for it?" she offered.

"Done it'll save us packing it away!"

"What about your trousers?" The girl pointed to Fred's garments.

"I have to agree that they are quality denim work but sadly I can't as I have to walk through the park with dignity. Another time maybe." Fred replied.

"We did o.k. today Georgie my ole flower." Fred summarised.

Thanks for reading!