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[alt_charlie]

Has Dumbledore talked to you yet?

Half the time I swear I can't tell whether that man is constantly taking the piss out of all of us.

I told him I had to talk to you first. And that I'd go with whatever you decided. Once I was done boggling at him, at least.

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[alt_charlie]

I know. I keep breaking out into fits of the giggles and then realising how serious it all is and fretting about it for five minutes before it strikes me again how absolutely mental this whole idea is and losing it again.

Fucking for England! Shagging to save everyone! Bringing new meaning to the phrase "field of engagement"!

Maybe that's why the old man asked us specifically, he needed experts at it!

Ahem. Yeah. You're right, aren't you. We are going to do this. It's mad, it's absolutely sodding barking, but I guess we are the best choice, because no matter what (or who) comes out of it, we'll be able to handle it, you and me.

Right, then, I'll head straight down as soon as I'm relieved. And I'll spend the time until then working out all the six score questions we really ought to have settled between us before we tell the old man Yes or No for sure, even if the Yes is pretty inevitable. (Yeah, like 'what do we tell Mum'. Or, really, 'do we tell Mum', and 'do we tell anyone', and 'no, really, how can we tell anyone without cracking up from the absurdity', and all that.)

And I mean it, you know. This is going to send you into fits again, I just know it, but, you're the only girl in the whole world I'd be willing to bang for the war effort. (Merlin, I can't even write that with a straight face.)

[alt_nymphadora]

There you go, banging on about it!