Customers shrieked as an owl winged its way into Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, red envelope held between talons, and George turned with a curious expression.
"Oh, a howler!" he grinned in anticipation, plucking it from the grip of the owl that promptly fled the premises. "I haven't gotten one of these since last week!"
"Who's it from?" a nearby child asked, and George winked at her.
"Let's see, shall we?"
Ripping the envelope open, George tossed the howler into the air.
"GEORGE WEASLEY!" it boomed, and George laughed.
"Darling Angelina," he grinned at the girl by his side. "My beautiful, incredible, indescribable, devious-" a magnified insult questioning his intelligence interrupted him, "-girlfriend."
"Since you won't get your lazy arse into gear and propose, here's your engagement ring," Angelina's booming voice snorted, and the Howler spit out a ring into George's hands. "Marry me, you prat."
With that, the howler burst into flame, leaving behind a grinning Weasley.
"Does that mean I get her last name? George Johnson does have a ring to it…"