Reading all these small posts about George and Fred, well, kinda makes me think of you. Yeah, we may never make a joke shop and be utterly famous for it, but it’s a cool thought. Yeah, we may never finish our O.W.L’s ( oops I forgot, we’re muggles!). Yeah, I understand that one day you’ll go your own way and I’ll be standing there thinking of “us”, and how I’ll miss our terrible, mischievous antics together. Then I’ll remember why you’d go, I know I always have someone to talk to. I know this is a little sappy, cheesy, stupidly stupid, and extremely uncalled for, but I know I’ll always miss you. Whether you’ll be in the next room or a continent away.
I surely hope that you won’t die from an exploding building, because that would tear my heart out.
Leaving a terrible, black, gaping hole that will never be filled with your love.
BAAW WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT, IMMA YELL AT YOU FOR NOT FINISHING DISHES. BITCH.
Ok, this title is stretching it a little on both sides. I looked more like the beast when I auditioned because I’d had my bike accident about a week before and my foot and knee were still swollen up and bandaged (and seeping - ew)
It was an American creative team so they didn’t know any of us. I…