Arthur shows up to the joke shop, unannounced, on the last Thursday of April. "Dad?" George grins. "What can I get for you?"
"Er, I'm looking for some Muggle...tricks, I suppose." He's holding a big shopping bag with what looks like a brightly colored, over-the-top robe and equally garish hat inside. "I know you used to sell non-magical tricks, didn't you? Only your mum's forbidden me from going to proper Muggle stores, or sending Molly some orders to place on my behalf, for the next month. Ever since the Apple Affair..." George is not really listening anymore. His little niece—no, not little, she's a teenager now—has always gotten to be Molly. His mum is Mum or Grandmum or "your Mum." On some level he supposes it makes sense—there aren't any diminutives of Molly—but it still isn't fair.
"Second aisle," he says.
"Right, then." Arthur ducks out of view, emerging a few minutes later with a fake wand and a stuffed rabbit.
"Do I want to know what you're at?" asks George.
Arthur is preparing some additions to a package to be owled off. Five days until his oldest granddaughter is of age. And regardless of Grandmum Molly's opinions, he thinks Victoire, who has spent all her life around magic, ought to have a whimsical taste of the Muggle way.
For George it'll just be May second again. "I'm not sure," Arthur says.