1998
There was an elephant in the room, and neither twin was willing to address it. Most likely because it was the last resort, and when they did it, it would because so much more real. Not that it wasn't before, though.
George sighed, leaning back against the banister in the flat on top of their shop.
"Are we going to?" He asked his twin.
"Going to what?" Fred questioned, but it was more of a delay than anything – Fred knew exactly what George meant.
"You know – close it down, for the time being," George winced like it was physicially painful.
"We should, shouldn't we…"
"Not like it's going to be closed forever," George shrugged. "We'll reopen it when this mess is done with." If it's ever done.
"Business is going down, anyways, 'cause everyone's in hiding," pointed out Fred. "I reckon we'll have to, George…"
"Trash it, make it look like the Death Eater's have already came in and said hello. Set up a few triggers just in case they decide to come snooping. Keep everything in the extra room in the flat."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Fred grinned wryly. "Play one last trick."