For the hard-working, genius, dear friend of mine. AlixxBlack - for your fabulous work in Round Nine!

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"Molly dear, I learnt the most excellent joke at the office today - one of those lovely young people told it to me, knowing that, well... Do you want to hear it?" Arthur asks his wife, a broad grin spanning his features. Molly sighs and agrees, praying this won't be another of his whims for the next sixteen years of their marriage. "Okay then. What's the difference between Hermione Granger's boyfriend, and her potion-mixing receptacle?"

"I don't know, Arthur," Molly replies.

"There's no difference because... They're both Cauldron! Called Ron, Cauldron!" Arthur laughs heartily, unperturbed by his wife's severe lack of humour. He murmurs to himself, "Genius. Absolute genius."

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Arthur runs upstairs the next day, after hearing another fabulous joke on the tube - he often used muggle methods in order to connect with people, and experience the little joys in true frivolity. Ginny will love this one. He knocks on his daughters door, bursting to tell her.

She opens the door, confused.

"Dad? Everything okay?"

"I have a joke," he tells her. She raises a single eyebrow - something he is sure she acquired from her mother, both intrigued and dangerous, depending on what you do next. "Okay, okay, here it is. What do you call a group of whales playing instruments?"

"I don't know, what do you call a group of whales playing instruments?"

His laughter comes before the punchline. "An Orca-stra!"

Ginny grins, shaking her head at his antics. Then she closes her bedroom, door, leaving her father to clutch his sides in wonderful laughter.

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"Dad!" George calls through to the front room of the burrow, carrying his son in his arms. "Dad, can you hold him a second?"

Arthur takes the baby from his son, smiling at the youngest Weasley, while George runs off to grab something from the baby bag Angelina is hauling through the doors. This is such a perfect opportunity.

"I have a joke to tell you, and one day I hope you will be telling me all the best jokes you know," Arthur tells his grandson. The baby opens his eyes, curious. "Okay. How does a penguin build its house." Arthur waits for a response, knowing that the child can hardly think, let alone speak. "Igloos it together!"

To his absolute joy and in the middle of Arthur's joyous laughter, Fred Junior's face splits into a toothless grin.

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