You knew this was coming. ((Closed sock for Dieter and John Amsterdam))
Freshly Sorted and now half- naked thanks to the Hat, John Amsterdam stood outside the Sorting Room with his shirt, jacket, and a brand new towel in his arms. He was a Ravenclaw, which sounded like a good thing. They were supposed to be the smart ones.
"You have my towel," a voice said behind him. John turned around, and nearly dropped the whole mess.
Dieter Prohl was taking the "half" out of "half-naked." Bare as the metaphorical jaybird, he stood with his hands out, ready to take the towel back. John handed it over without a word.
"I'm not surprised it came to this," the tennis player said with a German accent. "All human struggle is because of the destruction of the self. It was always meant to be a personal struggle, but now I'm afraid that is not the case." He finished tucking in the towel, and laid a hand on John's shoulder. "I'm afraid this won't end well for us."
Dieter turned and walked away from the very confused cop. "We'll meet again," he said. "Kommen Sie oben und sehen Sie mich einmal."
"You have my towel," a voice said behind him. John turned around, and nearly dropped the whole mess.
Dieter Prohl was taking the "half" out of "half-naked." Bare as the metaphorical jaybird, he stood with his hands out, ready to take the towel back. John handed it over without a word.
"I'm not surprised it came to this," the tennis player said with a German accent. "All human struggle is because of the destruction of the self. It was always meant to be a personal struggle, but now I'm afraid that is not the case." He finished tucking in the towel, and laid a hand on John's shoulder. "I'm afraid this won't end well for us."
Dieter turned and walked away from the very confused cop. "We'll meet again," he said. "Kommen Sie oben und sehen Sie mich einmal."