"Mental!"
"Absolutely bonkers!"
"Corking mad!"
"He's cracked. His mind must be going…"
"…All that business with You-Know-Who." Fred agreed.
"It's bloody beautiful, though, isn't it?" George asked, not able to take his eyes off the pile on the floor.
"Gorgeous!" Fred replied, reaching out to touch it once more, just to make sure it was really real.
"One thousand and six galleons, twelve sickles and eight knuts Fred." They'd counted twice, just to make sure. Harry must have added the contents of his own money bag before handing it all over at Kings Cross.
"More money than we've ever had our hands on in our entire lives George."
"Did he really mean it, do you think? Did Harry really mean to give all this to us?"
"Seemed pretty insistent."
"Yeah…"
"But a thousand galleons…"
"...He couldn't've."
"We have over a thousand galleons George!"
George let out a little yelp.
"I want to roll around in it, you know, like those Muggle cartoons with the duck who never wears pants,"
"We should definitely do that Fred."
"I just can't believe it."
"We'll name something after him."
"Something big. Important."
"He's completely demented."
"Unhinged."
"Daft he is. Harry Potter is a daft fool."
"Total nutter."
"Bless him."
The twins couldn't have hid their grins even if they tried.
A.N. Just a little fun I thought of to cheer myself up while reading book four. I've only just started it again, but I know that pretty soon they'll all start dropping like flies. I hope you've enjoyed, want to tell me how much?