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Mulciber called me into his office first thing in the morning, handed off a sheaf of parchment work, and ordered me to deliver them. 'This folder goes to Magical Commerce. Oh, and this one goes to the Repopulation Rewards office. Thought you'd appreciate the chance to read them over first.'

It was a stack of forms, and he's signed off and rubber-stamped every one. Everything was there. Mum, you won't even have to show up at the next Magical Commerce meeting. Your licence has been approved, for both the business and the building. He even signed off on the permit that allows Fred and George to stay on the premises of WWW overnight.

The other folder had a letter informing Repopulation that there was nothing whatsoever that was irregular with the rental agreement on the property in New London under the name of Molly Prewitt Weasley, and they were to back off and leave her alone.

You realise what this means? Mum, you're in business.

Thanks to Corax Mulciber.