Well you're not on the team so it doesn't matter what you think. *pauses and considers him* Unless you think Petunia'd fancy a date with you. I can't see it personally, but stranger things have happened.
Do you actually have anyone on your team? Besides yourself, I mean? *looks appalled* I'm not yours to pimp out, and especially not to relatives of dirty Mudbloods that you want to get your filthy hands all over.
*coldly* It's a secret team. Half the strategy is that you don't know for sure who's conspiring to help get me into Evans's knickers. *shrugs* I don't see why not. It's not as if you do much with your spare time apart from look sneery.
*pulls a face* Why would you want to do a thing like that? Who knows what you might catch. *huffily* I'm a very busy person, and you know nothing about what I do with my spare time. And even if I did spend it all looking sneery, it's certainly nothing to do with you.
*very patiently* Because I'm in love with her, idiot. *looks doubtful* It's plenty to do with me if you could be more usefully empoyed in getting Evans's sister on side.
I would suggest that you don't call me an idiot, and save all such terms for yourself. *folds his arms over his chest* Actually, it's not. Contrary to what you might think, people don't exist to serve you, and you certainly can't order me about. Especially when it involves potential dates with Muggles.
Why not? What'll happen if I call you an idiot? Will you explode or something? Would it be cool to see? *smirks* But you're not doing anything useful. Better to do as I want than nothing at all.
No, I certainly will not. I shan't bother to tell you about things like politeness, things which are clearly well over your head. You'll just have to live in ignorance. *narrows his eyes at his smirk* By whose standards? Because I don't think I would place much value on yours.
I rather like ignorance. It's a happier place than wherever you are, judging by your perpetual sneer. *tsks lightly* You're clearly not much good as thinking either. No, I'm convinced, the sooner you become my mindless slave the better for everyone.
No one else has commented on my sneer. I should really ask why you seem so fixated with it. *almost glares* You're clearly beyond hope. I don't know why I bother trying to reason with you. And I think not. You'd have a hard time convincing anyone, let alone me.
And yet you won't. You'll just let me go on wittering away about it. And everyone else thinks you're a spoilt brat, which is why they don't comment on anything to you. *considers for a moment* If you were my mindless slave, you wouldn't have to worry about bothering about anything.
Won't I? *lifts his chin* Why do you, then? *raises an eyebrow* You'd have me sitting around doing nothing? Or would I simply not care about whatever it was you had me doing?
Because I think you're a sweet spoilt brat. *shakes his head* Making you care would be a bad idea. You'd get overwrought and your head would explode. Messy and a waste.
*pulls a face* You do not. You just like to annoy people. *disbelieving look* Overwrought? Should I ask what you'd plan to do with me, if it would have that kind of effect?
If you say so. *sneaks a glance at him then looks away again with a smirk* *shakes his head gravely* No, if I told you before you were my mindless slave, your head would explode. For real. No joke. And I would hate to see that.
What's the point in having a team if there are no badges or uniforms? It sounds like a pretty awful team to me. No one would want to be on it.
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Well you're not on the team so it doesn't matter what you think.
*pauses and considers him*
Unless you think Petunia'd fancy a date with you. I can't see it personally, but stranger things have happened.
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*looks appalled*
I'm not yours to pimp out, and especially not to relatives of dirty Mudbloods that you want to get your filthy hands all over.
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It's a secret team. Half the strategy is that you don't know for sure who's conspiring to help get me into Evans's knickers.
*shrugs*
I don't see why not. It's not as if you do much with your spare time apart from look sneery.
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Why would you want to do a thing like that? Who knows what you might catch.
*huffily*
I'm a very busy person, and you know nothing about what I do with my spare time. And even if I did spend it all looking sneery, it's certainly nothing to do with you.
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Because I'm in love with her, idiot.
*looks doubtful*
It's plenty to do with me if you could be more usefully empoyed in getting Evans's sister on side.
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*folds his arms over his chest*
Actually, it's not. Contrary to what you might think, people don't exist to serve you, and you certainly can't order me about. Especially when it involves potential dates with Muggles.
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*smirks*
But you're not doing anything useful. Better to do as I want than nothing at all.
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*narrows his eyes at his smirk*
By whose standards? Because I don't think I would place much value on yours.
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*tsks lightly*
You're clearly not much good as thinking either. No, I'm convinced, the sooner you become my mindless slave the better for everyone.
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*almost glares*
You're clearly beyond hope. I don't know why I bother trying to reason with you. And I think not. You'd have a hard time convincing anyone, let alone me.
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*considers for a moment*
If you were my mindless slave, you wouldn't have to worry about bothering about anything.
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*raises an eyebrow*
You'd have me sitting around doing nothing? Or would I simply not care about whatever it was you had me doing?
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*shakes his head*
Making you care would be a bad idea. You'd get overwrought and your head would explode. Messy and a waste.
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You do not. You just like to annoy people.
*disbelieving look*
Overwrought? Should I ask what you'd plan to do with me, if it would have that kind of effect?
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*shakes his head gravely*
No, if I told you before you were my mindless slave, your head would explode. For real. No joke. And I would hate to see that.
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