"...of course still no sign of Harry Potter, latest theory is that he was shot by angry centaurs after--"
"Jordan, we do not malign our fellow magical creatures! Stick to the game at hand!"
"Right. Okay. A short effort from Johnson, intercepted by Irvine, still Irvine, a bludger from Weasley, and...another goal. Oliver Wood looking exhausted there as he goes after the Quaffle, the score now 440 to 70. Johnson a bit frustrated too, c'mon now Angelina, show us your pretty face--"
"Jordan, if you cannot provide relevant commentary--"
"Oh, sorry Professor, here, I've been er, scanning the record books for useful insight to put this match in historical perspective."
"Perhaps a bit more objectivity would be useful?"
"Right. Um. I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything--Ravenclaw in possession at the moment, as depressingly usual--but assuming that they manage to catch the Snitch and all, which is looking quite likely as they've got the only Seeker out there...the last time Gryffindor lost by five hundred points was a few months before the International Statute of Secrecy was passed."
"...Well. Yes. Perhaps we don't need quite so much trivia."
"I wholeheartedly agree. Oh, has Cockburn seen something...there's a dive--yes, she's found the Snitch! Lorraine Cockburn finally ends it, the final score Ravenclaw 590--utter rubbish"
"--Jordan--"
"--Gryffindor seventy."
*
"You blew up a toilet seat?" Angelina gaped.
"Sure," said Fred modestly, "nothing to it really, we've been planning this for a while."
"What if Filch finds out?"
"It isn't like he can tell who it is," Katie shrugged.
"It's always them."
"Well, we'll be out of here in a couple weeks anyway, won't we?" said George. "There's lots of toilets, nobody will know it's missing."
"We all know it's missing, though," Alicia noted.
Oliver closed his eyes and walked off. The good news was they were all two or three years younger than him. Just kids. They'd be fine, they were already fine, they didn't care.
The bad news, of course, was that they didn't care.
"Oy!" called Lee. "Hard luck today, mates."
"Have you heard anything more about Harry?" asked Katie. "McGonagall say anything?"
"No, except that none of my ideas were close."
"None?" blinked George. "I heard about two dozen, and that wasn't even counting the times when I had to tune you out to focus on the match."
"Yeah, well. A game goes that one-sided, you have to make something up to pass the time."
"Jordan, we do not malign our fellow magical creatures! Stick to the game at hand!"
"Right. Okay. A short effort from Johnson, intercepted by Irvine, still Irvine, a bludger from Weasley, and...another goal. Oliver Wood looking exhausted there as he goes after the Quaffle, the score now 440 to 70. Johnson a bit frustrated too, c'mon now Angelina, show us your pretty face--"
"Jordan, if you cannot provide relevant commentary--"
"Oh, sorry Professor, here, I've been er, scanning the record books for useful insight to put this match in historical perspective."
"Perhaps a bit more objectivity would be useful?"
"Right. Um. I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything--Ravenclaw in possession at the moment, as depressingly usual--but assuming that they manage to catch the Snitch and all, which is looking quite likely as they've got the only Seeker out there...the last time Gryffindor lost by five hundred points was a few months before the International Statute of Secrecy was passed."
"...Well. Yes. Perhaps we don't need quite so much trivia."
"I wholeheartedly agree. Oh, has Cockburn seen something...there's a dive--yes, she's found the Snitch! Lorraine Cockburn finally ends it, the final score Ravenclaw 590--utter rubbish"
"--Jordan--"
"--Gryffindor seventy."
*
"You blew up a toilet seat?" Angelina gaped.
"Sure," said Fred modestly, "nothing to it really, we've been planning this for a while."
"What if Filch finds out?"
"It isn't like he can tell who it is," Katie shrugged.
"It's always them."
"Well, we'll be out of here in a couple weeks anyway, won't we?" said George. "There's lots of toilets, nobody will know it's missing."
"We all know it's missing, though," Alicia noted.
Oliver closed his eyes and walked off. The good news was they were all two or three years younger than him. Just kids. They'd be fine, they were already fine, they didn't care.
The bad news, of course, was that they didn't care.
"Oy!" called Lee. "Hard luck today, mates."
"Have you heard anything more about Harry?" asked Katie. "McGonagall say anything?"
"No, except that none of my ideas were close."
"None?" blinked George. "I heard about two dozen, and that wasn't even counting the times when I had to tune you out to focus on the match."
"Yeah, well. A game goes that one-sided, you have to make something up to pass the time."
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Right I remember now!
Good one!
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