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Christmas Question
Masterminds
"What genius plan have you come up with, my brother?"
"Well…" George said, looking around to check if no-one was listening, "it's clear that he's not going to spill, right?"
Fred nodded.
"So, why not make him spill?"
Fred looked at George seriously. "We're not Death Eaters, George."
George quickly replied, "I know, of course I know. I just say that we kidnap him, and force him to tell his secret by being with him all the time, while he has to fill all those stockings!"
"…and he will become so nervous that he won't be on time, that he'll tell us!" Fred finished the unsaid ending. "MY BROTHER! I finally found you!!" he said dramatically, hugging George.
Because they were in the dark, Fred and George didn't have to sneak when they were moving stealthily towards the home of Santa.
"You have the rope, right?" George asked, just to be sure.
"Yeah, it's right here."
When they arrived at the home, they levitated themselves up to the roof.
"Shall we do this in style, my dearest other half?" Fred said, grinning.
"After you," George said with a flourishing bow.
Laughing, Fred jumped down the chimney, and George followed soon after.
When they both crashed in the big hall, they quickly threw their invisibility cloak over themselves, and crouched in a corner, hoping that Santa would come to inspect the sudden noise that had just been.
When he still hadn't come after fifteen minutes, Fred and George started walking through the house.
"If you were Santa in your big house, where would you be?" Fred asked himself.
George shrugged, just as a door suddenly opened, and George crashed into it, making Fred fall too.
"Who's there?" said the familiar deep voice.
"One, two…THREE!" Fred said, jumping up at "three" and silencing Santa, while George made the rope rap around him.
"High five!" said George after they had successfully captured Santa.
When they had done a quick high five, they Apparated with an irritated, yet amused Santa to their sled, so they could go home again, and finish their plan there.
"What, if I may ask, boys, is your plan?" said Santa when the silencing spell had been lifted.
"But Santa, of course we're not going to tell you!" said George, busy with making everything cozy.
"A nice try, I have to say," said Fred, making sure that all the clocks were very clear in sight, so that Santa would become nervous eventually.
"Why, thank you," said a clueless Santa.
When George and Fred were done with everything, they sat down in front of Santa, and suggested playing Exploding Snap. Santa agreed to it, and they started.
After a couple of hours, Santa started to shift.
"Now, why don't you tell me what you want, so I can go back home again?"
"You know what we want, Santa," Fred sighed.
"But why?" Santa asked, his eyes flashing to the clock.
"Because we want to use the same method in a new product," George answered.
Santa sighed.
"What's wrong, Santa?"
"I just realized your plan," he answered. "Blasted genius masterminds…"
Fred laughed, while George answered for the both of them: "Thanks!"
Santa looked at them, then at the clock, and then back at them.
"I guess I don't have a choice. I need to fill the socks now."
It was almost twelve 'o clock.
Eagerly, Fred and George started to lean forwards, not wanting to miss anything from whatever Santa would do.
Waving his hands in a form of a sock, Santa said: "All socks, fill!"
There was a deadly silence after it, until George broke it.
"That was it?"
"Yes," Santa sighed.
Not believing that it was that simple, Fred walked to his and George's stockings, and saw that they were indeed filled.
A bit disappointed, it had been quite unspectacular, Fred sighed and nodded at George.
George sighed too, but he smiled at Santa.
"Thanks, Santa. Now we can experiment with it."
Santa nodded. "It has been a pleasure, boys. But I must go now."
"Of course," Fred said, and he and George led Santa outside.
"Bye, Santa!" they yelled when he flew away on his own sled.
They stood outside for a moment, before they looked at each other.
"You know," said George, "you still have to have a brilliant moment."
Fred nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, indeed. I think… sometimes, big secrets should stay a secret."
George looked at Fred, perplexed. "That was quite grown-up."
Fred grinned evilly. "Note the 'sometimes'…"
George laughed. "That's my brother!"
They walked inside together.
A couple of days of intensive research later, a new product was lying in the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes shop. A small tag was attached to it:
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes presents a new product, in the spirits of our favourite holiday!!
This miniature sled will fill itself with your favourite candy when you say: "Fill sled!" (We are not held responsible if a Hogwarts' student incants it in a holiday outside Hogwarts.)
Special thanks to an anonymous person, who gave us the idea.
Have fun!
Gred and Forge Weasley, "Blasted genius masterminds".