
Go To Sleep, Fred!
Fred Weasley could never fall asleep easily. He would lie on his bed, trying to sleep, while his mind would still be reeling off like a cassette player.
Fred: "Hey, George, why don't we add asphodel to our Murtlap potion for curing the boils created by the puking pastilles?"
Fred: "What sounds better, Gred or Forge?
Fred: "You know what the problem with twins is? One of them was never planned. I wonder which one of us was that."
Fred: "George, I'm talking to you. Stop avoiding me."
George (definitely sleepy and pissed off): "The unplanned one's you. I'm far too gorgeous to be so."
Fred: "Is it okay to use the adjective Gorgeous for a man? Shouldn't it be handsome?"
George: "Shut up."
Fred: "Gorgeous... Or Georgeous?"
George: "GO TO SLEEP, FRED!"
Fred: "Bloody hell, man, you just split my eardrums!"
George (incoherent mumbling): "ifyoudon'tfallasleepI'llkillyou."
Fred: "Georgeous it is then."
After Fred died in the Battle, George could no longer sleep himself. Every time he would close his eyes, he would hear Fred's voice telling him how he was such a bore for sleeping and not listening to him.
And when he would be about to say GO TO SLEEP, FRED, he would realize that Fred was already asleep in his coffin and was never going to wake up.
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