Fred and George sat at the table in their flat, piles of papers spread out around them. "There's just no way we can do this alone anymore," George was saying. "We're going to have to hire an extra hand."
"Can we afford to pay her?"
"Definitely. Now that we have our new line of defensive products, I expect our numbers will go up at least 50 percent."
"Okay. Do you have anyone in mind?"
As George droned on about some girl named Verity that he believed would be perfect for the job, Fred's eyes ran over the spreadsheets and graphs in front of him. They weren't just numbers and diagrams - he could see the spike in sales from when they added Pygmy Puffs, and it seemed that the recent panic the Ministry was spreading would only help their numbers more.
Sometimes it was difficult, walking down Diagon Alley, seeing the boards over Ollivander's and Florean Fortescue's, but when he stopped in front of his own store, saw their sign, their window displays, he saw the manifestation of wishes come true. And despite everything terrible going on all around them, all he could feel was joy.
A/N: For the Drabble Collection Challenge. Prompt: joy. I'm not JKR and don't own the characters. Word Count: 196.