And you know how Charlie didn't give the slightest bit of a shit? Not that he needs to, because he obviously has nothing to be ashamed of. Neither do Harry and Draco, considering I've treated them both in hospital, but it takes a little bit more than being proud, you know? What's size really got to do with it, anyway? And oh my GOD, think of the digital cameras! *Starts to hyperventilate*
They want you to strip onstage? Who? Who wants this. Oh bloody fucking hell, you boys! I'll be there. I'll donate money. I'll make a donation in all of you boys names. *starts laughing hysterically* Oh fuck. I'm sorry. The things Al gets you into. This is her doing, eh? *doubles over laughing*
But you're a young Dad. Oh no, this will never do. Bill agreed? Well, it is Bill. I can't do this. Molls won't let me. Hey, I know, I'll have Molls say you aren't allowed either.
Son, are you okay? Bloody fuck! No you aren't okay.
*runs to the sink, wets a cloth, comes back and puts it on Oliver's neck* Just keep breathing, son.
I don't know why they want this. Well I guess I do. You boys are all handsome men. You can raise a lot of money for charity. I'll write a check, son. I'll cover your end. I'll tell Molls. She'll protect us. She's got seniority over Al. She'll tell her we aren't allowed. I promise.
*Gives him a quick hug* Night. I'll see you in the morning. Maybe when I wake up, it really will all have been some weird dream. *Shakes his head and waves over his shoulder as he heads for bed*
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Oh fucking hell, its hot in here. *Takes a long drink of his orange juice*
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Harry, Draco, Bill, Charlie, Blaise, me... you and Remus.
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I'm seeing stars. *Moves and puts his head between his legs, breathing deeply*
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Son, are you okay? Bloody fuck! No you aren't okay.
*runs to the sink, wets a cloth, comes back and puts it on Oliver's neck* Just keep breathing, son.
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I need to go to bed. My head hurts.
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