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Christmas Question
Disappointment
"You brought the sled?"
"Check."
"The rope?"
"Check!"
"The candy that we will survive on?"
"…Check."
"The letter to mum that tells her that she should not worry?"
"Of course!"
"Right, then we're ready to go!" Fred said happily.
"Jump on!" said George, skipping to the sled.
When the twin was seated on the sled, Fred waved his wand, and the sled started flying.
"Do you have any idea where Santa lives?" asked George Fred.
"I thought he lived on the North Pole…?"
"Good guess. Off we go!"
When the twins arrived at the North Pole, they were shivering. A lot. They were shivering so hard, that they lost control of the sled and crashed into the sea, a meter or so before the North Pole itself. They quickly levitated themselves onto the Pole, and started shivering there.
"Honestly, now we can never say that we flew to the North Pole," said Fred, irritated.
"I'm c-c-c-cold…" shivered George.
"Why aren't we casting a Warming Charm then?"
There was silence for a moment.
"HA! I knew I'd beat you in brilliance!" said Fred triumphantly.
Grumbling, George cast the Warming Charms. "I'll beat you eventually…"
"Of course. You're my brother," said Fred. "Now, where is Santa?"
"I say we start searching?" George suggested.
"I knew you were my brother!"
Some hours later, they were still searching.
"Are you sure you're my brother?" Fred said, starting to get bored. "Seriously, I'm not wasting my whole free Saturday for just searching around the North Pole for Santa!"
"My whole free Saturday too," George reminded him, his mind somewhere else. "Fred, what's that?"
George pointed towards a light dot in the distance.
Fred groaned. "That's hours away!"
George grinned, and said: "I thought you were my brother?"
When Fred looked confused at him, George said one word before he was gone.
"Apparate."
Fred had to admit that George sometimes had his moments of brilliance too.
"Is someone there?!" George yelled, knocking on the door of the huge building.
The door opened with a screeching sound.
"Alright!" Fred smiled brilliantly. "Now, follow me!"
"Why would I follow you?"
"Because now it's my turn to be brilliant!"
"Oh, alright."
Obediently, George followed Fred, who was walking confidentially through the building. Amazingly (or not), Fred actually found a big hall, where someone was sitting at the other side.
"I think you found it," George said amused.
"I know I found it, my dear brother," Fred said, a bit surprised at himself that he had actually found it.
"Who's there?" a voice suddenly called out.
"No-one!" was Fred and George's automatic reply, until they realized their mistake.
"Err…"
"Come here, boys, and tell me what brought you here," the deep voice said.
The twin shrugged at each other, and they started walking through the hall, towards the voice that had invited them in.
"Remember, you're supposed to be brilliant now," Fred hissed to George.
"I know," George hissed back.
"Hello there," said Santa, once he saw them clear, and they saw him clear.
"Hello Santa!" George and Fred said brightly.
"And who are you two?"
"I'm Fred, and that's George," said Fred.
"Ah, I see. The infamous Weasley Twin!" Santa said smiling.
Proud that even people on the North Pole knew them, they plunged ahead.
"We actually came here…" George started.
"…because we have a question," Fred finished.
"And what may that question be?" Santa asked kindly.
"We were wondering, what is…" Fred started.
"…the secret behind the stockings?" George finished.
"I am truly sorry to tell you, but that, boys, is a secret."
"What?! Why?!" the twin exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but I must have some secrets! Otherwise everyone would run around, being Santa themselves!" Santa said, laughing at their shocked expressions.
"Alright," George said suddenly. "At least we asked, right? Let's go, Fred."
Fred looked at him suspiciously for a millisecond, before he realized that he should play along with whatever Plan George had in mind.
"Yeah, let's go. Bye, Santa!" he said, smiling.
"Err… alright…. bye, Fred and George!" Santa said, shocked at how quickly they had agreed to not receiving an answer.
Waving, the twin left Santa wondering.