*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for...
With the family gifts complete, it was on to friends and acquaintances. Mr. Weasley handed the twins presents from Lee Jordan and Angelina Johnson. Based on the wrapping, and the sheer size of the bag containing a colorful array of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, it was clearer than ever that Lee's family had money. Attached to the base was a book wrapped in shiny paper entitled, Dodgy Acts of Magic and How to Avoid Getting Caught. Lee circled the last three words on the cover in thick black ink.
Ginny tiptoed into the space between the twins. "Might I have one of your candy beans?" she asked in a tender voice.
"Of course! I'll find some real ghastly ones for you," said George.
"And I'll teach you how to catch them in your mouth," said Fred.
"Spare any for me?" asked Percy tentatively.
"Sure," Fred replied, judiciously handing Percy a single bean, only to drop it a moment too soon.
Mrs. Weasley was admiring the posh wrapping paper from Lee's gift. "I didn't know you'd made friends with a Jordan...? Rather well off, that family," she said, while pressing the paper flat and setting it aside for a future occasion.
"He's our mate from Gryffindor," Fred explained. "Met him on the train to Hogwarts."
"Quidditch Commentator, as well," added Charlie.
"Really?" said Mr. Weasley. "I know his father, Werner Jordan. I see him at the Ministry from time to time. He's a quiet sort of man. Very serious."
"Isn't that nice," their mother mentioned, as the boys opened their gift from Angelina. It was a crusty loaf of Irish soda bread. "What does the card say?"
"It's from the whole Johnson family," read Mr. Weasley. "And that...it's an apology...? Do you know what she means?"
"I think I do," Fred answered, seizing a second wrapped box from Bill's grasp. "This one is hissing."
"You're joking. Put it outside!"
Molly stared at the loaf of bread and then eventually at George, while he traversed the snowy front yard with the present at arm's length.
"I don't think I like this girl."
"Neither does George," said Fred, as he swiped the second card from beneath the tree before anyone could read it. He flicked it into the fireplace. "Best not."
George returned with an empty box and a terrified expression to find his brother on the couch, gripping their next gifts. He sat and read the card while Fred shredded the paper mercilessly.
"In case you choose to practice during the holiday...Madam Hooch."
The first was a book on practical flying methods by Leviathan Swift. The second, however, caused Bill and Charlie to grunt with laughter.
"Oh, that can't have been cheap!" said Mrs. Weasley, as the twins set the box down with a groan.
"What is it?" asked Ron.
"Dickie Pilweather's Reliable Broom Tethers," said George, flushing purple.
"What a considerate gift!" said their father.
"Yeah...considerate," Fred replied, shooing the box away with his foot.
"Precisely what I was thinking," George uttered with a frown.
"Whoa!" Charlie blurted to their right, as he withdrew a pair of dragon scale boots from a tall box.
Bill found the card within the crumpled paper on the floor. "Keeps the beasts from taking off a toe or two. Sometimes three. Happy Christmas, from Silvanus Kettleburn."
George looked stunned. "Oh, he gets that — and we get a pair of lousy broom tethers!"
"At least you got gifts from your teachers. Percy didn't get anything," Mr. Weasley concluded upsettingly.
"I do not need gifts," he replied distantly. "I'd be perfectly content with house points."
"Percy," Fred pleaded, "whatever you do, please don't say that out loud in front of the other Gryffindors."
Arthur inspected the boots in Charlie's hands.
"Nice, aren't they, Dad?"
"Er — yes, positively," said Mr. Weasley, sitting back in his chair. "He's taken quite an interest in you, hasn't he? Strange bloke, Kettleburn."
Their mother was nodding curtly. "I never took his class myself. Something off about that man. Could never put a finger on it."
"Well, neither could he," said George.
"He hardly has fingers," Fred finished.
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