Grimmauld place

(hey narrator)

(narrator here)

(how are you going? i know you talk to us talkiors alot bur we never ask about you)

*he laughs* "you're adorable when you pout. And when you pout you look like a little kid. It's so cute."

so you think little kids are cute?

*he smiles* "well, not in the way you're thinking. But yes, I think little kids are cute. But you're cuter than any kid I've ever seen."

*he looks at you seriously* "Are you taking your birth control?"

what? why?

"I just need to know. Please answer the question."

Fred: "You can cry, you know. It's okay, I'm not gonna judge you. I know how much you care about me."

*Fred chuckles, his voice is raspy and weak* Fred: "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna be fine. I promise. Just don't cry, okay?"

*i pull away* but what about the age gap?

"Age is just a number."

yeah the number on the jail uniform