A small beam of light suddenly glittered across a small shop window, lingering on the name. The darkened shelves of the shop were suddenly lit, showing the rows and rows of multi- coloured boxes. Large barrels packed with glittering objects littered the floor. The torch light flicked back up to the bright sign above the door 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes',
" This is the one" The owner of the torch dipped into a large messenger bag slung across his body. He pulled out a large tube of rolled up paper and a small pot.
He unrolled the paper and crudely got to work, dipping his fingers in the pot, wiping the sticky substance across the back of the paper. After a few minutes he seemed satisfied with his work and slapped the thick paper on to the window. He patted the poster with his hands a couple times, making sure that it wasn't going to slide down.
He checked the list in his pocket, picked up the pot of glue and redirected his torch light toward the next shop on his list.
The following morning a young woman wearing magenta robes walked up to the door of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes opening it by muttering quicklyan obscure selection of noises. She waved her long springy wand at the lights in the small room, illuminating it slowly.
"Hi, Verity!" A man with bright red hair smiled at her from the door of upstairs flat, "Thanks for opening up."
Another red haired man stepped in from the storeroom, carrying a box of Nosebleed Nougat. He slid it on to the shelf carrying the rest of the Skiving Snackboxes.
"Fred we've nearly ran out of this ruddy stuff; this is the last box." George turned in disgust to his twin.
"I'll have to get in touch with the supplier… Verity will you check that window for me?" Fred pointed across the room at the large bay window decorated with a large gaudy display of wands, cauldrons, sweets, and plenty of other random things. If you looked closely a square of light was blocked, leaving a fuzzy shadow on the bright objects.
Verity stepped out on to the footstep, letting the door wing shut behind her with a shrill ring. She slid along the sidewalk and turned to face the large square of red paper. The pattern on it was beautiful, scrolling all around the paper branching off into small wispy lines and then joining back into the dark thick ones. In the middle a big oval shaped beetle, wings touching the edges of the paper. Verity had never seen a picture like it, underneath, in small cryptic script were the letters V.F. It seemed to be sucking her in. She tried to drag her eyes away from the elaborate picture, but she was sinking slowly into the lines, she felt that soon, she would be a small scrolling line too, twisting and turning together with the original strokes.
It seemed to take forever to Verity, who was slowly sinking into a paralysed state for her self to be lifted, but for any passers-by she seemed to flick up into the air very suddenly, completely vertical, paralysed. Verity closed her eyes it seemed the only the she could do. The scrolling picture suddenly spring into her vision again though Verity was sure she had her eyes closed. Her eyes flicked open and rolled in their sockets, they came to a stop slowly and her eyes fixed on the shop opposite the Wealseys shop. Because of her vertical position Verity was exactly level with the slanting roof of the shop. She could feel the urge even before the command came.
Inside the shop Fred heard a small thud. He turned round. He thought nothing of the noise and went back to work.