Gobstones, yellow stone (joy): surprise, candle, Weasley Wizarding Wheezes

Auction: sponge

Holmes: George Weasley

Snape Appreciation, Draught of Peace: post war

Debate, trio: legacy

Disney, Step in Time: dancing badly

Amber's Attic, watercolor: Write about a portrait

Count Your Buttons: GeorgeSeamus

Sophie's Shelf: GeorgeSeamus

Arcade, Kung Lao: Ron, trust, but

Film Festival: feather boa

Word Count: 748


"Welcome to Weasley—Oh!" Ron offers Seamus a grin when he walks into the joke shop. "Heya, Shay. George is in back."

Seamus bows his head politely. "Thanks, mate," he says before making his way deeper into the store.

It's strangely busy for a Tuesday, but the shop is alive and filled with noise and chaos. A little girl in a rainbow feather boa nearly crashes into him, giggling as the bright accessory tickles her. A group of boys take turns passing around a Headless Hat and laughing as the charmed item causes their head to disappear.

Seamus can't help but smile. He still remembers the dark days immediately after the war. Everyone had been too nervous to try to smile again. George and the shop had helped the community heal. Fred would have been happy to know that this is his legacy.

"Knock, knock," he calls without actually knocking. He pushes the door open and finds his boyfriend making notes on stock.

"Try this," George says, offering Seamus a stick of gum.

Seamus eyes it hesitantly. "I remember the Canary Cremes," he says. "Do you really think I trust you?"

George grins, shaking his head. "Nah. But I know you love me."

"I'm beginning to reconsider."

Of course, he takes it. By now, he's been the guinea pig for countless experiments. One day, he might have enough sense to tell his boyfriend no. In the meantime…

He chews the gum. For the most part, it's pretty bland, little more than standard, slightly sweet gum. Then the prank hits, and his legs begin to move on their own. A string of curses spill from Seamus' lips as he begins to dance awkwardly, swaying badly without any real rhythm. He knows he's a poor dancer, but the gum seems to make him worse.

Seamus spits it out, narrowly missing the bin. His legs continue to move. "Is there a cure?"

George checks his watch. "Five… four… three… two… one."

On the last number, Seamus falls still. His eyes narrow, lips twisting into a scowl. "A little warning next time!"

"Where would be the fun in that?"

Seamus rolls his eyes and continues, looking at some of the products. He recognizes most of them, but there are some he has never seen before.

"What's this?" he asks, holding up what looks like an ordinary sponge. Somehow, he doubts George has been doing a little spring cleaning.

"This? Go ahead. Wipe the shelf with it."

Curious, Seamus obliges. Instead of wiping away the dust, it leaves a nasty black streak. "Have you given your mum one?"

"She would murder me."

Seamus watches in amazement as the streak fades away. He doesn't understand George's reasoning behind some things, but he's long since stopped asking. His boyfriend's joke products are amazing; it doesn't matter why they exist.

"You're not bringing these back," Seamus groans, lifting up a candle.

"They're good for ambiance."

Seamus rolls his eyes. He remembers the first time he had lit one. It had smelled like cinnamon… for the first few hours. He still doesn't know how George managed to get them to smell like literal crap after a few hours, and he would rather not find out.

"Right. Are we going out for lunch? Is that why you asked me here?" Seamus asks.

George doesn't answer straight away. Seamus shrugs and digs deeper into the box of products to entertain himself. He comes across a failed product—a portrait of Umbridge that scowls and transforms into an ugly pink toad—and chuckles. He doesn't know why those hadn't sold well. He and George have one hanging in their living room.

"You know you make me happy, right?" George asks.

Seamus chuckles. "The feeling is mutual, I assure you."

He can't remember ever feeling such joy before George had crashed into his life.

"Here. This is for you. You can trust me this time."

George holds out a cupcake. Seamus isn't as hesitant this time. Though accepting food from his boyfriend is dangerous, the cupcake looks a little too perfect, and he suspects Mrs. Weasley prepared it. Still, he picks it apart cautiously.

It's a good thing he does. If he'd bitten into it, he might have broken a tooth on the ring inside. "George…"

He understands. People don't just throw random rings into cupcakes unless there's a clear reason. Still, it doesn't ease the surprise.

"Marry me."

Seamus sets the cupcake aside, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. "I would love to."