Fred and Georges store windows hit the eye like a firework display. Casual passersby were looking back over their shoulders at the windows, and a few rather stunned, looking people had actually come to a halt, transfixed. The left-hand window was dazzlingly full of an assortment of goods that revolved, popped, flashed, bounced, and shrieked. The right-hand window was covered with a gigantic poster, purple like those of the Ministry, but emblazoned with flashing yellow letters: "WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO? YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT U-NO-POO-THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!" Alani started to laugh. "Is that Voldemort's arm that I cut off hanging under the sign?" she asked when she spotted a limp arm hanging under the sign, it had been drawn on and doodled on with a bunch of poop drawings. "Yeah, it's a bit of an intimidation tactic. Once you're Seventeen he's going to start shitting himself, because you'll be able to use your voodoo magic on him." Fred wiggled his fingers her way before he opened the purple door. 