George packed his trunk for school. Clothes, shoes, a little vial of the newly invented Cloning Potion for testing, his school books, Dungbombs, stink pellets, you know, that sort of thing.
Fred came into the room, lazily holding his bagel.
"You coming, George? I'm done packing. Are you?" Fred said, his mouth half open, revealing the half eaten bagel still inside.
"Yeah, almost done packing. Just a few more stink pellets should just about do it." George replied.
"What do you need that many for anyways? You can get more later, during the Christmas holidays. You are coming home for the holidays, aren't you?
Silence was his only answer.
"What, you're not? You aren't going home for Christmas? Why not?" Fred was shocked that his brother didn't want to be with their family for Christmas. This was a tradition, if something changed, at least this always stayed the same! Percy gradually got more and more stuck-up, and more fun to make fun of. Bill and Charlie left home and went away to work, but at least they always came back for Christmas.
And now, George would break this wonderful tradition.
"George, you can't. You have to come home for Christmas! It's a tradition, and you shouldn't be the one to break it! Please George! You have to!" Fred lectured. More like whined.
"All right, fine. I'll come home for Christmas." George gave in.
"All right!" Fred grinned.
"Now let's go before mum kills us." George grumbled.