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Justin Finch-Fletchley (basilisk_srvivr) wrote in pandorarpg,

Justin bit his lip to stop himself from protesting. In the end, he knew he would keep Ernie's secret - he always did - but that didn't mean he liked it any.

The image that Ernie painted from his dream shook Justin to his core. He couldn't imagine Ernie that way, being hurt, tortured by someone so obviously enjoying the experience. He wanted to grab Ernie and hide him away, much as his friend had done for him so many years ago.

"You can't keep that from her," he said simply. "Fuck, Ernie... she's already sick enough with worry. And it's bad enough we don't tell her about just how often you do get sent to St. Mungo's..."

He shook his head. "That's just... it was just a dream, Ern. Dreams are nothing but some buggering nothingness dredged up by our subconscious. You're in a rough job, we both know that, so your dream made you remember that. But there aren't any more Death Eaters. It's not going to happen."

His face grew determined. "And that's what you'll tell Han, too. It's just a stupid, nothing dream."