Disclaimer: I don't anything except Paige, Harriet, and the plot…though I would have been incredibly rich if I had created the other characters…sigh.
"Uncle George and Uncle Fred!" The shouts were followed by the sound of two three year old twins stumbling and falling down the stairs. The girls tumbled into the identical arms of two muscled and red haired men. Fred Weasley squeezed his girl tight.
"And how are my two favorite nieces?" He grinned at his twin, who was giving the same treatment to the other girl. "Ready to switch George? One…two…THREE!" The girls shrieked in joy as the young men threw them up in the air and changed places to catch them.
"Where are your mum and dad Paige?" George asked the girl in his arms.
"Muma is downstairs trying to make a spell and Dads is downstairs trying to help her," Paige answered solemnly. "And we are not to deesturb them no matter what!"
"Is that so?" asked Fred, his eyes crinkling with mirth.
"Tis true, tis true!" The twin in his arms gave him big puppy eyes. "Can you and Uncle George tell us a story?" Fred laughed and put Harriet back on the floor, straightening her maroon dress.
"Well George? Do you think we're up to a story?" Fred looked over at George, who was fixing Paige's strawberry blonde pigtails.
"I don't see why not…but let's move to the sitting room." The men settled in big comfy chairs with a little girl on each of their laps. "So, my ladies." The girls giggled. "What kind of story do you want this time?"
"A prank you pulled on somebody!" shouted Paige and Harriet.
"Why am I not surprised?" grinned George. "Why not something a little different? How about a joke Fred played on me?"
"Sounds like a good story! Do tell, do tell!" cried Harriet excitedly.
"I remember this one," said Fred. "One day in our sixth year…"
George loved sugar quills. There was no way around it. He had gone through so many during History of Magic classes that he could practically open a specialized store with all the quills he had eaten. Unfortunately, he was all out of sweets until next Hogsmead visit in February. But it was now January and George didn't know how he would be able to survive History of Magic without a sugar quill to suck on. He sighed and picked up the transfiguration essay he was writing.
"Oi George!" Fred came laughing over to George's chair. "You look like you could use some cheering up." Gleefully, he placed a box on George's lap. George looked in the box. Ten perfectly identical sugar quills sat in a row.
"Awesome," George said. "Where'd you get them?"
"From a friend of a friend. Thought you'd like em. Enjoy!" Fred turned and walked away. George picked the first one up and gave a contented lick.
Later that week…
"Georgio! What is the answer!" George woke with a start.
"Thirteen canary creams," replied George groggily. "And what was the question?" Peals of laughter reached his ears and he grinned.
"I asked for which year in which Eugene Nettlebrough discovered the runespoor, and I'll thank you not to fall asleep!" said the ghostly Professor Binns with indignation. George chuckled and brought out his third-last sugar quill as Binns droned on. He eyed the beautiful feather. It looked so perfectly real. George wondered what type of bird it was modeled after.
He opened his mouth and brought the quill up, ready for the sugary taste to melt on his tongue. He closed his mouth and —
"PPffhh! Blah, ew, yuck. Argh!" George stuck his tongue out and tried to brush off the fluff that was stuck tongue.
"Mr. Weezlo, what is going on?" Binns glared overtop his transparent spectacles at George.
"Hahahahhahahahahaha," Fred was laughing so hard he had to hold his sides. "George just thought his quill was candy, sir. That's all." Fred continued to laugh. "You should have seen your face George, I'm glad I saw it!"
As George composed himself and the class continued laughing, he grinned evilly. "I'm going to get you for this Fred Weasley!"
The girls shrieked with laughter as Fred finished telling the story. "Needless to say, it didn't stop me from eating those sweets," chuckled George.
"No, Katie Bell made you stop!" cried Fred as his twin's cheeks flushed a nice crimson. Paige and Harriet proceeded to giggle even harder.
"But what did you do back to him?" demanded Paige when she caught her breathe.
A/N: Thanks so much to Pacific Rose for all the suggestions and inspirations for the title and the joke. Yah for English teachers ignoring our laughter! Don't worry, I will tell you who Paige and Harriet's parents are though I dropped a strong clue (several in fact). Please review so I know what you think and I'll post the next chap as soon as I have time (I've already started writing it!).