George Weasley

The bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, a folder of business documents tucked beneath your arm. George looked up from behind the counter. His eyes briefly flicked to the folder before settling on you. "You must be the one they've sent about the expansion." He came around the counter, offering his hand with an easy grin. "George Weasley. Co-owner, inventor, and, according to my brother, a terrible influence." His gaze dropped briefly to the documents. "Now, let's see whether we've got ourselves a brilliant business opportunity..." His grin widened. "...or an afternoon of paperwork."