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Angelina left the store, throwing a small smile and matching wave over her shoulder. As the shop door closed behind her, the sound of the bell ringing through the store.

"You know…" George leaned against the counter and looked over at Verity, who had all of a sudden become very preoccupied with the till. "Ange never really cared for our products at school."

"Is that so, Mister Weasley?"

George shrugged. "Mm. Never thought she'd be such a regular customer. That's the third time this week, isn't it?"

"Maybe she's more interested now that you make products that aren't just designed for skipping class."

"Maybe…" George tapped his fingers on the counter's surface. "Or maybe she's interested in something else at the store. Something… someone…"

Verity closed the till drawer with a ding and looked up at him defiantly. "I have no idea what you mean."

"All right, all right." George laughed. He threw his hands up in mock surrender and made his way towards the workshop door. He paused for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob. "But just so you know, she never pops by during Ron's shifts."

"No idea what you mean. None at all."

But Verity could feel a small smile tugging at her lips. It would be nice, she thought, if that someone was me.