The sun was beginning to set behind the castle when Fred and George Weasley received a message written in flowing gold ink:
"Meet me in the Hufflepuff study room after dinner — I have a proposal."— Roy Valvas
The twins exchanged a glance that promised mischief. "A proposal from the king of calm chaos himself?" Fred grinned.George smirked. "Either detention or fortune, brother. Let's find out which."
A Business of Laughter
When they arrived, Roy was already waiting — relaxed, parchment and ledgers spread before him. The soft glow of the enchanted lamps made his eyes seem sharper, older.
"Fred, George," he greeted, gesturing for them to sit. "I've been thinking about your prank inventions. Skiving Snackboxes, Decoy Detonators, your Portable Swamp prototype…"
George raised an eyebrow. "You've been watching us?"
Roy smiled. "Let's say I have… an interest in potential."
The twins leaned forward, curious.
"I want to invest in your work," Roy said simply. "You'll keep developing prank products — under my sponsorship. I'll supply the funds, materials, and safety clearance through my connections."
Fred's eyes widened. "You mean we'd have—?"
"Complete creative freedom," Roy finished. "In return, I want your inventions to go through a testing phase for commercial sale through the Liyue Store."
The twins blinked. Even at Hogwarts, everyone had heard of Liyue Store: the magical company that introduced luxury products, alchemical cosmetics, and most famously — the Firebolt broomstick, now dominating the Quidditch market.
A Contract of Trust
Roy's tone grew practical."If your prank line doubles the projected profit margin within two years, you'll both be offered full-time positions as product developers and brand managers under the Liyue label. After that…"
He paused, a faint smirk forming. "I'll give you your own store. You'll hold 50% ownership and profit shares in that division."
For the first time in their lives, Fred and George Weasley were speechless.
"Bloody hell," George whispered. "You're serious?"
Roy nodded. "Completely."
Fred, however, looked puzzled. "There's something we don't understand," he said slowly. "Everyone knows Bela White runs Liyue Store as CEO, and Nagini is the COO. So… who's the actual owner?"
Roy leaned back, amused by their curiosity."I am," he said simply.
Silence.The twins blinked. Once. Twice. Then, in perfect unison—
"WHAT?!"
The Revelation
Roy chuckled at their expressions. "Yes. Liyue Store is mine. Bela and Nagini manage the front; I prefer to stay in the background. The Firebolt subsidiary, the potion division, the charm department — all fall under its umbrella."
Fred groaned dramatically. "You mean we've been selling Firebolt posters while you own the company?"
Roy smirked. "Technically, yes. But now, you'll be part of it."
George recovered first, eyes gleaming. "You've got yourself a deal, Roy Valvas. We accept — on one condition."
Roy raised a brow. "Oh?"
Fred grinned. "You test our prank prototypes personally. No exceptions."
Roy laughed — genuinely, the kind that softened the steel in his eyes. "Deal."
They shook hands, sealing not just a contract, but a partnership built on wit, chaos, and trust.
As the twins left, already whispering about explosive candies and self-writing insult scrolls, Roy leaned back and smiled faintly.
"Innovation," he murmured, "starts with laughter."