Wizard City.
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had rolled out even more fun new products.
The twin owners, no longer all that young, occasionally gave away free merchandise through guessing games.
Their most frequent challenge was to name the owners correctly.
It had practically become a signature feature of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
Yet nobody ever had enough luck to pull it off.
Even their wives mistook one for the other, after all.
That meant the two were forbidden from wearing matching clothes outside working hours.
They had brought in plenty of little novelties from the Muggle world.
The owners of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes took to hawking the goods themselves.
Business was booming, and people were curious about why cars could only drive on the ground instead of flying into the sky.
They gathered around a Porsche, their jaws dropping when they heard that it cost tens of thousands of Galleons.
"Does it fly?"
"No, kid, it's just a Muggle car."
"Then I know! You must be able to play Quidditch inside it!"
"Sorry, kid, all you can do is sit inside while one person drives."
Fred patiently answered the children's endless questions.
The wizard children couldn't understand it. "Why is it so expensive?"
Fred shrugged. "They call it a luxury item."
A luxury item?
Understanding dawned on the wizards.
A luxury item meant something that wasn't particularly special, just expensive.
George came over from the other side. "I really hope your kid stops calling me Dad."
"Your son called me Dad yesterday, too."
Fred said, "Maybe it's time we stopped this game."
"After all, nobody knows who's Fred and who's George."
Even their mother got their names wrong, let alone these customers.
"Fred, you used the quota the Ministry of Magic gave you to bring back stock you can't sell?"
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