Fred Weasley had recieved Wheezes at the turning of the year, but it was still Jack Dyllan's kingdom, and everyone knew it. She had owned the shop in part since her seventh year of Hogwarts, taking over it in full after the death of her beloved cousin Elliot. The economic boom it had flourished in had been because of the new life she had rbeathed into it. New inventions, improvements on the old, and adjustments to the way the shop was run. Comedy nights drew crowds in on the weekends, and every holiday sported a fireworks show a la Wheezes. Jack really should have been a Weasley.
Even with her insanely busy schedule, running between Quidditch, home, the Ministry, and day care, she somehow managed to stay in contact with the two shops she would always have a fondness for. Her love for Satan's was much more twisted, yes, but she owened the place - she had to visit it sometimes, and it was hard to hate a place that had made you what you were. Then there was Wheezes, which would always be the place that inspired her that magic was interesting and fantastical. Wheezes inspired a sort of whimsy and surprise that not every magical institution managed to incite.
So, when she entered Wheezes, she was greeted like an old friend. The same old staff remained, of course, and these were the people who had not had a comedy career until Jack had gotten ahold of them. She loved them dearly - Kirsty, Andy, and Gary, her three stooges - and they loved her equally. As soon as she came in, one of the staff robes was throne around her, and she was pulled between each one, hugged and kissed and patted and pinched. What should have been invasive was oddly endearing.
She stood at the top of the second floor, right at the top of the stairs, casually watching Andy who had promised to play a prank on the newest clerk, Roger. She watched, always curious to see the creativity of her former employees, enjoying the fun that it created. The ambiance of the shop somehow made her forget the heavy parts in her life. Recognition from those around her reminded her that to most people, she was a reknowned prankster who was now making a name for herself as a Beater. It was a better form of recognition than she was accustomed to, that was for sure.
((Sorry I didn't do much with this, I just can't find a reason for Jack to approach Natalie.))