George scratched the top of his head and yawned. He'd just barely managed to get dressed, get a strong cup of tea, and shuffle to the front of the Diagon Alley shoppe to open the register when there was a loud banging on the locked door.
"We're not open! Still a minute to go!" He shouted, trying to ignore the impatient person out front.
"Bullocks, hold your hippogriffs," the redhead snorted, walking to the front door, unlocking it and then sighing.
"Oh...it's you," he replied with a smirk, leaving the door open and going about what he was doing moments ago to ready the shoppe for the day. "I should have known by the way you were slamming your dainty fist against the door it was you," he grinned, then looked up as they entered the shoppe.