Title: 100 Silver Sickles: A Collection of Drabbles

-----------Drabble o2: Humor

Author: Netzoid Nerd

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.Rowling, I'm not making any money off of this. Don't sue?

Author's Notes: I'm absolutely horrible at writing humor. I tried. No romantic pairing here, just some Fred and George love. I wrote this as soon as I woke up this morning, and even though it didn't come out quite as I wanted, I like it. I think it's cute. I didn't make up the joke, I heard it somewhere and I can't remember where. Whenever I get really angry, sick, or upset, my romantic-partner tells me jokes, and when my mood is better I find I start to feel better. I really hope you all enjoy this one.
For other cute Drabble fics, I recommend A Collection of Drabbles by Grace Veronica

The Two Seekers by Arabella's Ballet

Snippets From the Potterverse by Dragon Mistress

And, Thanks to Arabella, Chocolate Frogs: A Collection of Short Stories by Chibi Monkey13

The quotes this time are both from Peter de Vries, the first one taken from Quotationary (by Leonard Roy Frank) and the second from Phillip's Book of Great Thoughts and Funny Sayings authored by Bob Phillips.

[The Humorist does not laugh so much at mankind as he invites mankind to laugh at itself. -Peter de Vries

Humor

No Pairing

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley - General/Comedy

273 Words

Every good prank takes planning. Though most jokes and tricks are built on experiences, they take a great deal of research and a tad bit of experimentation. Nothing ever goes right all the time. Every cauldron blows up at least once. The Weasley twins have spent their lives, well- most of their lives, on perfecting the pranks they now sold in their shop. Of course, though they were the masters at what they did, even they had a few mess ups in the research process. The first one was the worst, because it was the first and neither boy knew how to react in such a situation. It happened when they were thirteen, over summer holidays. They were testing a puffy-eye pastie, a cookie-like treat that would give it's eater two swollen black eyes.
Something had gone terribly wrong, though, and Fred was sporting large boils and a high fever after consuming one of the cookies. George was worried, and Fred was scared. They couldn't tell Molly, or Arther, and if they told one of their siblings their parents would find out anyway. So, George took it into his own hands and tried to make Fred better.
When nothing worked, George rested at Fred's bedside, taking his twin's hand into his own.
"Hey, Fred..."
"Yeah..." Fred took a moment to cough. "What is it, George?"
"What do you call a Homeless Santa?"
Fred took a moment to muse over it. "I don't know, George, what?"
George grinned, squeezing Fred's hand. "A Ho-Ho-Hobo."
They shared a laugh, and the next day Fred was actually starting looking better.
"Just goes to show." Fred would say later on, "Laughter is really the best medicine."

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance. - Peter de Vries