A young witch with short blonde hair poked her head around the curtain. "There's a customer outside looking for a joke cauldron, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley." "Right you are, Verity, I'm coming." A "Save Fred" fic that became much more. Written in 2012; finally posted because high school Riley put a hell of a lot of work into it and it's doing no one any good on my Google Docs.