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“Eh, it’s been real. Hey, who knows, maybe we can put him on tambourine or something.”
“That would send us into a world of fame. Though we’d probably become Harry Potter and Wet Nundu, or change the band name entirely. Potter and Sons, putting Mumford and his Sons to shame.”
Fred cocked his head, and looked at them. “Huh. Okay, I think that’s good.”
“It could be worse. You could look like someone everyone wants to run away from.”
“Okay, no one talks like that. Not to a real human being, anyway. There’s plenty of other shit you could talk about. Like quidditch.”
“Fine, fine you win. Guess I have to go befriend your dad now. it’s been great fun, James, but there’s only enough room for one Potter friendship in my life. I do hope we can remain professional for the sake of the band.”
“For that one, you’re gonna have to try my dad.”
“I dunno, Old Man Potter’s cool and all but I feel like the conversation would be shit. Like ‘Hey remember all that cool stuff you did before I was born? Good times.’”
“I’m not scary.”
“Not you, the idea itself. At least, on looks alone, you’re about as intimidating as a teddy bear.”
“What more could you ask for?”
“Well, a friend who hands out loads of money would be nice.”
“I’ll do whatever I damn well please.”
“I mean, c’mon, you’re not that terrible.”
“Listen to you. ‘that terrible’ you’re so reassuring, couldn’t ask for a better friend.”
“Is that a real question?”
“Oh shove it, you’re not supposed to call me out on it.”
“If you haven’t felt ‘em by now they probably don’t exist. I’ve always known about Azkaban, but it’s never stopped me doing… anything.”
“I’m not sure if that’s terrifying or commendable.”
“There is no way that actually happened.”
“Fine, don’t believe me, but think about it this way when have you ever known me to lie?”
“Ever wanna use a real knife? Ever get actual murderous inclinations?”
“Not really, but the thought of azkaban has scared me for as long as I can remember so that’s probably why.”
“Only slightly.”
“Well, slightly is still a positive direction.”
“Other people don’t? Are we really the only ones?”
“Seems that way.”
“Yeah, well— We see how that turned out, yeah?”
“Yeah, me falling flat on my face and begging forgiveness.”
“All the goddamn time.”
“At least someone feels me.”
“No – probably not.”
“Is it reassuring if I tell you I wouldn’t actually do it?”
“Yikes. Lucky we never had that problem, huh?”
“Naa, we just had to deal with my dumb arse thinking I could do it solo.”
