The Corrector Saddle Pad

deprimentissima A fic about ... you guessed it, Fred. Uh, prepared tissues. We agree.
This story is inspired by the challenge " Because laughing is good .

Tell me a joke

- What is this? - Angelina asked, pointing to a stack of sheets resting on the counter.
- Oh, those - said George. - I am .. jokes.
- Bar-ze-what?
He smiled bitterly. - It all started when I was nineteen.

"Fred, I thought of a new way to entertain customers while running to the store."
Fred differs red hair from her face and touches his ear. It's always like that, since George has lost one.
"What kind of a way to entertain clients?
" Jokes »
" What? "
'E' Muggle technique, they say works. "
" Did she revealed our dear friend of the country? "
George nods. "I'm the kind of stories that make you laugh sometimes tell"
"And he has told you one?"
"Yes."

- But then you no longer use this method?
- No. I have not had the courage.

"How does it do?"
"A guy calls a friend and invites him to dinner. "Why?" asks one. And he replies, "Why can not I be the idiot of the evening" "
Fred laughs.
And George too.

- And then?
- I have told elsewhere. And I left at the end of the most fun.
- What?

"Two guys walk. One of them, a little 'out, knocking a lamp post. "No!" Says the other. "There, no one lives. Can not you see ...". Oh, man! "
The currency of the ES has become hot. The twins know what that means.
It 's time of the last battle.

- I understand - Angelina muttered.
A tear gleamed across the face of George.

now run. Never stop.
through a thousand corridors.
"George?" Asked Fred, without stopping, and it still touches the ear. "What was the final one barzecosa"?
"" Light ... "- is still responsive, without ceasing to run. "You I will tell you later. "

- And instead ...
- The light was on - George sobs. - But that Fred is not now.

Fred falls to the ground gently, and George is still there, still, that 'is on "that echoes in the mind. He does not know who to tell. He does not understand anything.