Things moved fast the next couple of weeks for Renee. Her first major act of liberation was quitting her job at the Leaky Cauldron. Not long after Fred and George aided as always by Lee (A/N in this story Lee also dropped out of Hogwarts at the same time as the twins) descended on her apartment almost every day to help her sort through the piles of prototypes of charms and spells she had created and decide what they could reproduce and sell when the shop opened the next week. In reality only her and Fred did any sort of work. George managed to take one small errand like finding tape from the kitchen and stretching it into a two hour long ordeal involving losing is right pant-leg to a raccoon and being chased by an angry family of goblins. Whereas Lee spent the entire time flirting mercilessly with Renee's roommate Emma, who paid him little attention, out of obliviousness or disinterest Renee wasn't sure, but whatever it was only made Lee try harder. Understandably of course, Emma was drop-dead gorgeous, petite with strawberry blonde hair in a short pixie cut and smile that could dazzle anyone. Emma was determined to become a world class healer, and was currently doing her internship at 's, and barely managing to hold together a relationship with her on again off again, demanding, insecure, jealous, free-loader of a boyfriend, Tyler. But that's just what Renee thought of him., and she wouldn't dare saying all that to Emma.

Renee was surprised at how easily she bonded with the witty red-heads. It took Emma most of the week to be able to tell the two a part, and she had developed the odd habit of peering a little too closely at their faces as she talked to either one of them to make sure that she was talking to the twin that she thought she was. Renee on the other hand could tell them a part within ten minutes of meeting them that first day. For one thing Fred had way more freckles, much more green in his hazel eyes and a tiny scar on his forehead just above his eyebrow. Renee hadn't quite been able to figure out how he had gotten it, every time she asked he would tell her a different story, each one more obscure and outrageous than the last. It started out relatively small but still questionable, he got it in bed (if you know what he means), then he was fighting a hippogriff, then a basilisk, then he got it when narrowly escaped an angry giantess who was in love with him, and had caught him with a veela. Renee would always laugh, probably encouraging his shenanigans and eventually gave up.

Emma insisted that these were all incredibly small and impossible details to tell the twins a part. So one day in that first week when they had been visiting Renee and Emma's apartment quite frequently Emma charmed a small red dot onto George's forehead so as to know which one was which. This of course caused problems when George went into the bathroom, noticed a strange red blot on his forehead and thought someone was trying to snipe him, and then proceeded to lock himself in their pantry (which was a very small closet off of the kitchen). By the time they had gotten him out he had eaten all of their snacks and was only slightly convinced someone wasn't trying to kill him afterall. It turned out that Emma's charming abilities were much stronger than she thought because the charm didn't wear off until three days later.

The hours they spent together setting up shop, taking inventory and occasionally trying out the products made them fast friends. Lee would stop by after his stint of work at the Quidditch supplies shop down the street to help and distract them from the work they had to get done.

Finally, literally the hour before the shop was set for it's grand opening, Fred, George and Renee finished setting everything up. The three were slumped over the counter not long after they had put out their flashing spinning OPEN sign when the awoooga horn on their door chimed to signal that their first customer had walked in. It was an elderly couple who looked slightly taken aback at the bright colors and constant movement on the shelves of the shop, the wizard actually took a step back towards the door before being welcomed exuberantly by Fred, George and Renee.

"Welcome to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" The three said in unison.

"What can we get for you good sir, and kind lady?" George asked tipping an imaginary hat towards the bewildered couple.

"Eheeeemmm, ahhuuuurrm, heeeeeee." Wheezed the man.

"It's alright dear, don't overexert yourself, I'll tell them and I'm sure they'll be able to help us, don't you fret. What my husband here is trying to say is that we're looking for the apothecary. His wheezing has become quite unbearable these last few months and we saw this shop and thought that there might be something in here that could help?" The elderly woman answered in a quavery voice.

"Well, actually, you see, the thing is . . ." Renee began hesitantly not wanting to cruelly disappoint this sweet couple, before quickly being cut off by Fred.

"What Renee is trying to say I believe is that we would be delighted to help you" Fred continued.

"We would?" George and Renee exclaimed, looking incredulously at Fred, who artfully ignored them a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and a small smile playing around his lips.

George naturally seemed to already know through some sort of twin telepathy what Fred had in mind and immediately jumped to play along. Renee could only guess and the possibilities of tricks and shenanigans that Fred might pull seemed endless so she just kept her mouth shut and watched the amusement unfold.

An hour and a half later Fred was being hugged enthusiastically by the old woman, or Betsy as she was insisting they call her as the couple left the shop.

"Now remember to rub that ointment on Bud's chest and his wheezes will be gone in no time. And tell me how you like the nosebleed nougats, I hope they get you out of bridge at that insufferable Jodie's house! And tell your friends about us!" Fred called after them as they plodded down the street. He turned back slowly to the other two, a look of victory and gloating on his face. They erupted into cheers. Renee was squished in a Weasley twin sandwich, which though she wouldn't admit it if she was asked, was easily one of her favorite places to be.

"We did it! Well you did it really Fred." Renee exclaimed as soon as she had room enough to breathe. "That was brilliant! I can't believe you sold them a salve for his wheezes and four other products to boot!"

"Well you know, it's a God given talent, that and my devilish good looks." He replied with an impish grin. Renee smacked him on the arm and gave him a mocking look. "But in all honesty I think it was that charmed record player of yours that cinched the deal." Fred finished.

"Aw shucks Fred, I guess I'm a necessary part of this shop after all!" Renee teased him, mostly to hide her true embarrassment at the compliment and how good it made her feel.

"Brilliant sale and all brother, but lets just hope that not all of our customers smell of mothballs." George interjected.

"I don't care, it's our first sale! I couldn't care less if those were they only customers we ever got, I could die happy, we're officially in business!" Renee exclaimed and slumped down over the counter, endlessly happy.

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