"Morning, Verity," George said dully, walking into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Verity looked up with a sympathetic glance and went back to typing on the magically enhanced computer. Just last month Rolf Scamander-Lovegood had developed a new line of technology compatible with magic. George had yet to recover from the loss of his twin. Each morning, he went into work, yet he was devoid of any life or spark. As to avoid losing clientele due to the temperament of the owner, a number of associates had been hired to help customers. Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Dennis Creevey all had pitched in and were now full-time employees.
George trudged into the back room and stopped, surprised. A large bout of Fizzing Whizbangs had spilled from the bag and were all over the table. He tried to scoop them up, but his hand went right through them. He figured they'd come into contact with some other substance and simply Vanished them.
Seamus and Dean walked in, hand in hand, and whipped around to Verity. "Verity! When did this happen?" Seamus asked sharply. Without taking her eyes off of the keyboard, Verity replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Finnigan." Dean shook his head. "Verity, look up." When the witch raised her head, exasperated, she gasped. The entire stock of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans had somehow coated the floor. Just then, Dennis Creevey came running in. "Sorry I'm late," he panted, "I- what the bloody hell happened here?"
"That's what we'd like to know," said Dean. Verity looked at her watch and gasped. "We open in twenty minutes, gentlemen. Creevey, get to the warehouse as fast as you can and get more of those beans. Finnigan, Thomas, clean this up. I'll log the damages." Dennis raced out and Dean and Seamus waved their wands, levitating the beans to trash bags. When they went to levitate the bags to the dumpster, however, the beans were left behind. Dean sighed and Vanished them.
George frowned. "Out there, too?" Dean had come back and informed him what had happened. He shook his head and sighed, clearing his thoughts. "Open shop," he ordered.
Throughout the day, strange things kept happening. Several Decoy Detonators began to sneak off of their own accord, causing explosions of smoke or loud bangs all over the store, and once even making it rain pretzels. The Reusable Hangman toys began to come up with the dirtiest and most inappropriate words imaginable. And the Skiving Snackboxes, Nosebleeding Nougats, and Puking Pastilles switched ends. Near the end of the day, George heard the shriek of a little girl at the other end of the store. "GEORGE!" he heard Seamus bellow, "GET OUT HERE, MATE!" He approached the area warily, and stopped dead in his tracks, wide eyed. A translucent form with somehow unmistakable red hair sat crosslegged in the air. "Hiya, Gred!" Fred said, waving cheerily. George's eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out in shock.