Challenge: The Just Dialogue/Description Challenge!!!

Challenger: thelightningstrike

Promise Me

A Harry Potter ONESHOT

By: Indigo March

"Fred, my devilishly handsome identical twin of mine, I have had an absolutely brilliant idea."

"Do share your absolutely brilliant idea, my equally devilishly handsome twin."

"Dang, I just forgot it."

"That sucks."

"Yes, it does."

"Maybe if I say random words it will remind you?"

"Maybe! Wouldn't hurt to give it a try, I suppose!"

"Pickle."

"Huh?"

"I was saying something random and spontaneous."

"Why would I be thinking about pickles?"

"You tell me."

"Good point."

"I know."

"…."

"Now I want a pickle."

"Me too."

"Should we go and acquire some?"

"Nah. Now I want some peanut butter."

"That's it!"

"What?"

"My absolutely brilliant idea!"

"Do tell."

"I was thinking how hilarious it would be if we stuck Trevor the toad down Ron's pants!"

"That's…really gross, actually. How did peanut butter remind you of that?"

"I don't even know…"

"Wow."

"I know, right?"

"Yeah."

"So?"

"So what?"

"My absolutely brilliant idea!"

"What about it?"

"What do you think?"

"I told you. I think it's really gross."

"Is that all?"

"Pretty much."

"…Fred?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been really…I don't know…different lately."

"It's the war, George."

"What about it?"

"People are dying."

"Yeah, I know, but it hasn't made you like this before."

"I've been thinking about it more lately."

"And?"

"Something bad is going to happen."

"Well obviously! It's a war."

"I meant to our family."

"What do you mean?"

"I just…get the feeling that someone is going to die."

"I'm sure everyone gets that feeling."

"But…"

"Fred, I don't want to talk about this."

"We need to, George! What if one of us—"

"Fred! Don't talk like that!"

"But—"

"I'm serious. Don't. Neither of us is going to die. I'll make sure of that. You're my brother, my twin. If you die, so will I."

"…George?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise me something, okay?"

"What?"

"If I die—and I'm not saying I will—promise me you'll move on, okay?"

"…."

"Promise me, George."

"Fred—"

"Please, George. Just promise me."

"I promise, but—"

"So Trevor? Down Ron's pants?"

"Yeah. Down Ron's pants."

"I still think that's gross."

"I know."

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