HP Dream I JUST HAD

[Rita Winston]

Ironically, just after posting here that I am envious because I never 
had an HP dream, I fell asleep (while reading a newsmagazine. Bad 
Catlady!) and had one. It was complicated and had a lot of non-HP 
stuff, but I was a houseguest in a beautiful Victorian-style house, 
and in the house across the street lived a beautiful young girl named 
Sharlene (name of a co-worker) who wanted to marry Fred Weasley, and 
one day Charlie Weasley came to visit my hostess in "my" house and at 
some moment she was in the house (in the kitchen fetching 
refreshments, answering telephones, I don't know) so only Charlie and 
I were sitting in the garden, and Sharlene invited herself right 
there to talk to us/Charlie. 

She was very self-confidently telling us that Fred had proposed to 
her (something she had arranged by some crazy scheme involving a 
parade, a fire alarm, and sex, but I don't remember the details) 
and she had accepted, and I volunteered my unrequested and unwanted 
advice "Don't marry *anyone* until you've met their family" and then 
I realised that that was exactly what she was doing. (Stupid Catlady!)

And Charlie, in his warm friendly helpful way, asked her a bunch of 
questions, and the answers all showed her high degree of 1) 
self-confidence and 2) lunacy, and finally Charlie said: "Sounds like 
the two of you will get along together -- Wait a minute. Have you met 
George?"

And then I woke up.