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"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

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Figure that one out all by yourself? There's hope for you yet.

[No, really. This is progress!]

You haven't gone and spent all the money given to you, right?

Lay off already, why don't you.

[Scowling.]

'Course. Sides from food there's not been anything I wanted here.

I was being sincere.

[Rude!]

Excellent. You'll want to take her someplace cosy, she's not much for the loud crowds, and the more privacy you have, the better. Maybe one of the new places that've opened up. They're not like to have many customers just yet.

Fat chance of that being for long.

[He knows you, bro.]

I knew that. [He's flustered.] Wouldn't that be exactly why they'd go? 'Cause they're new.

...That's fair.

[Let's be honest, it is Fred. :D]

Maybe, but they're also little known so I doubt any'll be too popular just yet. We could have a look around, if you'd like.

Yeah, alright. Sounds good.

It's a date, then. Remember to bring me flowers, you know the kind I like, and don't be late. It's rude to keep a gal waiting.

Oh, sod off. You'll be lucky if I don't punch you when I see you.

Unwarranted insults and threats. You're really doing a bang-up job at this asking favours thing, mate.

You're my brother.

[Because that says everything. Yep.]

You don't say? I'll be sure to keepthat useful tidbit in mind.

How thick are you not to have realized before.

Seeing as I've spent the majority of my life pretending you were nothing more than a rather lifelike teddy bear, I'd say it's fair. Now c'mere so we can bond as brother through hugs.

Fat chance of that ever happening. Maybe if you weren't such a prat.

On and on with the insults. You're really no good at this.

[...This is probably why Fred leads him into the redlight district, jsyk.]

Oh, come off it. You're no better.

Like Hell, I'm not.

I'm far more creative with my insults.

[...So not the point he was probably trying to make. Oh well.]

[Ron snorted.] You should just stick to jokes.

Wish I could, little bro.

[No, really. He misses the shop and George and having a laugh every second of every day. He wishes.

Not that he lets any of that show.]

Tomorrow, then. And really, don't be late. It's not as though I've got all the time in the world to wait on you. [Sarcasm. He does, and he'd wait forever.]

[Damn.] We could start something up here, y'know. [Pause.] If you'd want me to help, I mean.

Can't be late if you don't give a time.

[...Oh, Ron. :c] Nah. 'preciate the offer, but it's a bit of a difficult feat without any magic. Can barely even do a proper brew about this place.

Whatever suits the King, I s'pose.

[Don't oh ron hm. he's trying.]

They'll have to give it back sometime, won't they? 'Sides, maybe it'd be interesting coming up with some the muggle way.

Defeats the purpose of what you said, yknow.

It's bloody tedious, is what it is. [He knows, he's been trying. But he thinks on it a second.] Still, could be fun.

Sure, but I'm not the one trying to muck about pleasing a girl.

Well, can't really disagree there. [He smirks.] Could. Bet you've been itching to try something.

[Way to make him turn a pleasant shade of red.] Shut it. It's Hermione. Screw it up nearly always, bout time to try and get something right.

Oh, baby bro, you know me so well. I've even got Ideas.

[This is where teasing eyebrow wags go.]

Must be doing something right, seeing as she's mad for you, but I won't argue.

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