Mister Potter, there is no point to your anger. You dictate the potion, not I. Your ingredients, your methods are inherent to the result. I have nothing at all to do with what happens.
I do, however, feel that your result merits further discussion, notwithstanding the horrified haste of your departure.
I didn't need to know. I didn't need to know. Why this and everything else too? I didn't need this!
Are you telling me I have to come back down there? Why? Haven't you had enough fun? I've already been laughed at today once, I don't need you doing it too.
Mister Potter, I have not laughed in fifteen years, and you are not nearly important enough to warrant a change of habit.
You did need to know, and the sooner the better. It's hardly worth the histrionics you're giving it, and the sooner you stop thinking about the sooner you'll realise that.
How can I stop thinking about it now that you've told me? How could something like that be happening without me even knowing about it? How do I know you didn't make this happen?
You have no way of knowing whether or not I made it happen, Mister Potter, but I think even you know that's a strike in the dark.
You must master this, Mister Potter. You have enough conflict with his death as it is, and you cannot afford a muddled motive when the moment comes. If you want justice, it must be taken with cunning, not with blind hate and self-deception.
Yeah, well. I wouldn't put it past you to do something slimey like that, just for kicks.
What's this got to do with anything? He was my godfather, that's all. Whatever's in my head about him doesn't have a damn thing to do with Voldemort or anything else. You're trying to scare me and it's not going to bloody work!
It isn't anything. You made it up. It isn't anything and it's sure as hell not what you said.
You should never put anything past me, Mister Potter. Never put anything past anyone. No one can be safe from your suspicion.
And you may believe as you like. I only hope, for the sake of those who are with you, that you are not forced to come more violently to terms with this.
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I do, however, feel that your result merits further discussion, notwithstanding the horrified haste of your departure.
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Are you telling me I have to come back down there? Why? Haven't you had enough fun? I've already been laughed at today once, I don't need you doing it too.
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You did need to know, and the sooner the better. It's hardly worth the histrionics you're giving it, and the sooner you stop thinking about the sooner you'll realise that.
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You must master this, Mister Potter. You have enough conflict with his death as it is, and you cannot afford a muddled motive when the moment comes. If you want justice, it must be taken with cunning, not with blind hate and self-deception.
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What's this got to do with anything? He was my godfather, that's all. Whatever's in my head about him doesn't have a damn thing to do with Voldemort or anything else. You're trying to scare me and it's not going to bloody work!
It isn't anything. You made it up. It isn't anything and it's sure as hell not what you said.
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And you may believe as you like. I only hope, for the sake of those who are with you, that you are not forced to come more violently to terms with this.
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How do you think I'm going to come to terms with this? What the hell are you on about? What does this have to do with ANYTHING?
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Mister Potter, the enemy knows who you are. In order to survive, you must know yourself better than they know you.
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If this is the kind of stuff I'm going to find out about myself then I don't want to know. Would you want to know this about yourself? Would you?
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I doubt very much that someone could tell me something about myself about which I was unaware.
Though, of course, you are welcome to try.
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I don't care anymore. I'm not coming down there, I have something better to do. And it's something that proves you wrong, so.
Tomorrow night, then.
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