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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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OY! You tosspot.

Godric's balls, you twat. What've you done this time?

I haven't gone and done nothing yet!

Then why're you shouting about and calling me a tosspot? I have got both ears, you know.

Why else beyond the fact you are one? [A pause.]

I erm. Sorta need your help with something.

Ah, so that's how it is, then. Generally speaking, starting with an insult's not the best way to ask a favor, Won Won. What would Mum say?

Shove off. I was getting it out of the way early.

A preemptive strike, hm? Color me impressed, I didn't think you knew how to plan ahead.

Go on, then. What's so important, you've come to me for help?

Shut it you sodding prick.

...It's about Hermione.

...You haven't snuffed her, have you? I'll not be helping you hide my sister's body.

Oy! Course I haven't. And don't you go calling her your sister, makes it sound odd.

Once the two of you're married with a mob of nippers running about, I'll be saying it loads more often. Get used to it now.

['cept, y'know, he won't be there. Details.]

So what is it you need?

[Nope, Ron is distracted and turning totally red.]

Jumping a bit ahe--S'not going to-- Bloody hell, why'd you have to go there.

[Clearing his throat now. Trying to piece together words coherently.] And failing.]

Birthday.... few days.

[Win.]

Brilliant observation. I've heard that happens once every year or so.

[He hates you so much right now.]

...Forget I said anything.

[You love him. Always.]

All right, all right. I'll lay off. [For now.] What do you need?

[Love as a brother does not mean he can't hate you.]

Said forget it, all you're going to do is take the mickey. Knew the idea was barmy.

[You take what you can get.]

Can't know if it's barmy if you don't tell me what it is, little brother. Promise, I'll lay off.

Meant talking to you, you prat. [Except he pauses before continuing.] S'just, what should I go and do. It's the first time since we--Well, she already turned back home-- mental, really, this whole time thing-- but point is she was at school and I was working at the store. I should do something, yeah?

Edited 2011-09-11 00:52 (UTC)

'course you should do something, don't be daft. Regardless of whether she's turned back home, [Yeah, that is strange to say.], it's still her birthday.

That mean you haven't got anything planned already?

I've only thought a bit about it. Dunno anything she'd like in this place.

Oh, for Merlin's sake. Have I taught you nothing, Ron?

[You young'ns these days. :|]

Doesn't matter where you are, she only cares that she's with you.

[That just makes him turn redder.]

Still think that's a bit mental. Not the point though, is it? It's erm gotta be sorta special-- a bit-- don't it? [he does not do feelings well. ever. but he's smart enough to figure out that as her boyfriend now he has to do something more than normal.]

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.

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