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25 Days of Christmas
Second Day of Christmas
The bell above the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes jingled, and the girl who was currently assigned the job of greeting customers, came running over to meet the blond haired girl that was walking towards the counter. "Oh, Miss Bell. Hello." She said, curtseying in her green and red elf costume.
"Good morning, Eva. You look great, I see the boys decided to bring out the costumes. Fred tried to get me to wear it a few months ago, but I refused." She answered, a smile spreading across her face.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Katie Bell." Came a voice from the back, and a moment later a very red headed man stepped out from behind a display of Skiving Snackboxes, and his copy a moment later. "What brings you to our humble abode?"
"Morning, Fred. I just needed a word with you, if you don't mind." Katie answered, glancing around him as a loud beeping noise emanated from a wooden crate.
"How can you always tell us apart?" Fred asked, a slight whine to his teasing voice.
Katie winked at George, his twin. "Well, George is cuter, so therefore it's pretty easy." She grinned, and flipped her blond hair over her shoulder.
George cleared his throat pompously. "I've told you that since day one, Freddy-boy. You'll just have to get used to it, I'm afraid."
"I'm afraid Miss Bell is mistaken, but I will mention that even if you, by some unknown catastrophe, then I would still be smarter." Fred retorted, the offered his arm to the giggling Katie, and the sauntered off, leaving George sticking his tongue out at them, as they walked off towards the office.
Fred opened the door to his office, and showed her in. The office was cluttered with boxes, and papers where piled on both of the wooden desks. There was about five mismatched arm chairs around the room, one behind each desk, and then a small sitting area in a corner. Fred offered her a seat, and sat down on a red chair.
"So, Miss Bell, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, propping his feet up on top of her knees.
Katie turned slightly, making his feet crash to the floor. "Well, I need a favor from you." She put her own feet on top his this time, stretching comfortably. "My grandmother is having a Christmas party on-" She was cut off by a loud vibration from a wood crate box in the opposite corner of the room. "Do I want to know?" She asked, nodding towards the crate. Fred shook his head, no. "Right then, I was saying, my grandmother is having this Christmas party on the fifteenth, and I can not go alone." She glanced a Fred nervously, but was relieved to see that he was apparently not surprised with this. "I can't go alone because she always tries to match me up with guys, most of which I'm related to one way or another. So I have to bring a date, and you where the first person I thought of, but I completely understand if you can't…" She broke off, realizing she was babbling.
Fred surprised her by leaning forward, and taking her hand in his. "Of course I'll go with you, Katie." He said, a little more seriously than Katie had seen him before. "I am just disappointed that you thought I wouldn't go. I love parties, after all!"
Katie laughed. "Fred, my grandmother is a very…proper woman. She does not do well with pranks and such."
"I would never!" Fred said, looking appalled. "I would never embarrass you in front of your family, Katie." He said quietly, looking serious again. Fred looked at her, and she stared into his own brown eyes. He leaned forward, and was a breath away, when he seemed to realize what he was doing, and leaned back again. Katie cleared her throat, breaking the silence. He sat back in his seat, his hand slipping out of hers.
He stood up. "Umm, okay. The fifteenth you said?"
"Yes, at six. I'll meet you here at five thirty?" Katie said, also standing up.
Fred gave her his slanted smile, and shook his head. "No, I can't do that. I'll pick you up at five thirty at your flat."
Katie returned the smile. "Alright, see you then." She started to turn the handle, then looked back at him. "Oh, Fred, please no jokes, alright? And it's a little formal, so no kid stuff, okay?"
Fred put on a look of mock surprise. "Me? Never!"
Katie laughed. "Five thirty, the fifteenth. See you then."
"I'll see you before then, Miss Bell." Fred answered, as the door clicked behind her.
George walked in a moment later. "So, what did she want?"
"Oh don't give me that innocent act, like you didn't have an Expandable Ear up against the door." Fred retorted.
"Okay, I won't" George replied cheekily. "Fred and Katie sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-" He started to sing, but was stopped, as Fred and stuffed a Puking Pastille in his mouth, and he immediately started upchucking all he eaten that day.
Fred glanced over at his brother, who was examining the effects of their new product, Pompous Pansies, in the mirror. The little purple flowers where supposed to make even the most pompous person turn into a wimp, and where not supposed to be eaten. George, though, had decided to eat one, just to see what would happen, he had said, and now had red boils all over his hands and face, that where leaking a dark purplish liquid out of them.
"I told you I shouldn't eat them, Fred." George whined, as he poked gingerly at one of the oozing sores.
"You told me?" Fred answered, not bothering to hide his wide grin. "I think it is the other way, I told you. Who in their right mind would eat a flower, anyways?"
George replied by blowing a nice, loud, spit-filled raspberry at him, and continued to poke at the obviously painful sores.
"Oh, ya, real mature, George. Do you want me to get Evangeline to get rid of those for you, or do you want to play with for a little longer?" He asked, inserting as much sarcasm as he could into the sentence.
He turned to look at Fred, looking completely surprised. "Evangeline? Can she do that?"
Fred rolled his eyes. "I think stuff is messing with your brain, George. That would be why we chose her for our little store runner person. Because she is really good at healing spells."
"Oh." George replied stupidly. "I forgot. WHAT IN THE BLOODY WORLD IS THAT?" George shouted, and pointed at something on the floor.
Fred looked down at where he was pointing. A little black mouse was sitting in the corner, munching on a piece of cracker that they had left for him. "That would be Jeepers. A mouse." George looked down at it fearfully, then back at Fred, who was having trouble controlling his urge to laugh.
"I don't like it." He announced. "Make it go away, Fred."
Fred fought back the want to slap his twin, and instead ushered him out the door, so they could find Eva. I guess it works, then. Good to know, we'll just have to put a do not eat warning on the boxes.
A/N Hello! I was just looking at this chapter, and I realized that almost half of it was deleated in the process of switching it from Word to the site. And I didn't even realize it! I am so sorry. Please forgive me, and I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, please, please, review! Not one previous person felt the need to tell me that I had messed up this chapter, so now you can all make it up by reviewing...please?
Merry Christmas!
Her-My-Oh-Knee
Sam
