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Muggle Humor
"Hi, my name is Ron, and I'm an alcoholic…"
Hermione giggled as Harry showed her the little doodle of Ron at a podium in front of a large crowd, a word bubble off to the side. The youngest Weasley boy looked over their shoulders, peering at the drawing.
"Huh? I don't get it. If I were an alcoholic, why would I be telling a bunch of people I don't know?" Hermione giggled even louder. Harry just grinned.
"Hmph. Muggle-world humor," Ron pouted. "I just don't get it."
"Sounds like a very serious problem, Ron," George said, popping up out of nowhere.
"Indeed it does," Fred agreed, also appearing and putting his arm around Ron's shoulder and leading his younger brother away from where Harry and Hermione had burst into a fresh storm of giggles. George draped his arm over Ron's shoulder on the other side.
"So, dear younger brother, we have decided to take upon ourselves the most serious task of instructing you in the finer points of Muggle humor," Fred continued speaking as they walked.
"But, what do you mean by instruuuaAAAAAH!" Ron's feet sped out from under him as he slipped on the banana peel Fred and George had been carefully guiding him towards. Everyone in the common room burst into laughter at the display, especially when Ron tried to stand but ended up slipping again, arms and legs sprawling.
"What'd you do that for!" he yelled, resigning himself to a position on the floor and glowering at the twins marvelously.
"No, don't bother to thank us," George said as melodramatically as he possibly could. "We have taken great pride in teaching you. And our greatest thanks for being such an apt pupil." They walked off laughing and congratulating themselves on a prank well pulled.
"Fred and George are right, you know," Hermione said as she and Harry
helped Ron off the floor. "Slipping on a banana peel is a classic
element of physical comedy in the Muggle world." Ron just scowled
at her.
The End