"I don't think that works like that," Harry said for maybe the hundredth time that day. It was only the third time, but it felt like hundreds
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“I told you, that doesn’t work. It’s all rubbish,” Ron replied, because he’d tried putting the circle thing into the square thing before and it hadn’t worked at all. While he’d agreed with Harry and Hermione that it was worth trying to figure out just what all of that junk cluttering up their hut was actually good for, he couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, whoever had given them presents the previous year had mixed him up with his dad somehow.
Why else would he get a pile of useless Muggle junk while Harry had gotten two Quidditch teams’ worth of perfectly good brooms?
He was lugging a piece of equipment for a class demonstration when he noticed the two hanging around outside.
The parts they were prodding more than the people themselves; for a moment, he thought they'd dragged something out of the room, but he hadn't brought anything before now.
"That circle thing doesn't just plug in, it isn't Lego," he said, pausing beside them, tipping his face forward so that his sunglasses slid down his nose a touch and he could look at them over it. "What did you pull apart to get those?"
He had been trying to keep from getting frustrated, but time was wearing on and it felt like they had tried every combination of parts possible. (They hadn't, clearly, but at a certain point everything feels repetitive.) Sighing heavily, he said, "Well, how are we supposed to--"
And then the man walked up. Harry recognized him vaguely as someone he had seen around the island, but he had no idea what his name was or how this was his business. "We didn't pull anything apart," he said.
He was in the middle of trying the circle thing again- just in case- when the man turned up with some weird Muggle junk of his own. Ron had seen the him around before, maybe in the compound or something, but he couldn't remember his name.
"Yeah, they're mine," Ron added, trying to very subtly set the two pieces in his hands down and pretend that he hadn't been trying to make them fit again.
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Why else would he get a pile of useless Muggle junk while Harry had gotten two Quidditch teams’ worth of perfectly good brooms?
“Maybe we haven’t got all the parts.”
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The parts they were prodding more than the people themselves; for a moment, he thought they'd dragged something out of the room, but he hadn't brought anything before now.
"That circle thing doesn't just plug in, it isn't Lego," he said, pausing beside them, tipping his face forward so that his sunglasses slid down his nose a touch and he could look at them over it. "What did you pull apart to get those?"
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And then the man walked up. Harry recognized him vaguely as someone he had seen around the island, but he had no idea what his name was or how this was his business. "We didn't pull anything apart," he said.
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"Yeah, they're mine," Ron added, trying to very subtly set the two pieces in his hands down and pretend that he hadn't been trying to make them fit again.
"Do you know what all this is?"
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