McGonagall: So. Who broke the tea pot? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Hagrid: I did. I broke it.
McGonagall: No. No you didn't. Albus?
Dumbledore: Don't look at me. Look at Severus.
Snape: What?! I didn't break it.
Dumbledore: Oh that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Severus: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Dumbledore: Suspicious.
Snape: No it's not!
Sprout: If it matters, probably not, but Horace was the last one to use it.
Slughorn: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Sprout: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the tea cart earlier?
Slughorn: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Pomona!
Hagrid: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it Minerva.
McGonagall: No! Who broke it?!
Snape: Minerva...Filius has been awfully quiet.
Flitwick: REALLY?!
[Everyone starts arguing]
McGonagall: [later] I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little too chummy around here.















