Lupin and the Weasley twins followed behind him, looking with him at the sign that still had nothing written on it.
"Let's call it the House of Dreamweavers." Gerald drew his wand and gave it a gentle wave at the sign.
Dark blue calligraphic lettering began to emerge on the blank wooden board, each letter traced in flowing curves that shimmered faintly silver in the sunlight.
A small emblem appeared in the empty space beside it: an open book with several stars leaping from its pages. Their light gathered into a thin thread that wound around a wand and a small hammer.
Fred and George stood behind him, watching the name gradually appear on the sign, identical smiles spreading across their faces.
They were probably both thinking of that summer afternoon when the three of them had tinkered with Flying Letter Notebooks in an upstairs room at The Burrow, laughing as they failed.
"Magic, in the end, is all about making our dreams come true." Gerald slipped his wand back into his cuff and said something that moved even Lupin a little.
The wizards in Hogsmeade soon noticed the newly opened shop.
Several witches fresh out of Honeydukes stood across the street looking over, while an old wizard carrying a bag of potion ingredients stopped at the door, pushed up his glasses, and squinted at the lettering on the sign.
New shops opening were nothing unusual in Hogsmeade, but this one was rather different from most of the old shops on the street.
Behind its window were neither the usual magical equipment and secondhand books nor neat rows of ingredient jars. Instead, it was filled with brightly colored little boxes and transparent display stands they had never seen before.
"All right, that's it for today. We still need to recruit