Perhaps you have a point there, then again, ordering people around and brewing potions is something I am extremely good at. Maybe we should leave the teaching to you — you would make a decent teacher, if we forget about the whole chess debacle. I still say the pieces have it out for me. Hm, I do doubt it's your face or your posture — perhaps it's the hair?
New languages are exciting, lion boy. Sarcasm is one rarely truly mastered, and you would have an excellent teacher at your disposal.
You are correct — I am highly confident in my capabilities. My family is an unforgiving one, I have learned — this House even more so, we are an ambitious bunch and if one of us fails, we all do. That is a wise decision and you are once again correct in assuming it would not end well. Well, for your sake, I will try and remember that.
— Oh, I was merely offering..You do not have to say yes if you don't want —— okay. Time for you to eh, unravel the mystery, so to say.
Indeed I do — an untraceable diary. People often say or write things in the heat of the moment that they do not mean, by burning them there is no way for anyone to know. Let's say I had an argument with my sister — I would probably write something nasty about her, but if I did not burn it she might possibly find it later and that would only create more problems even though by the time she finds it, I already regret the words. It's self preservation at its finest, really. You may do that — future reference, you say? Perhaps you are planning on writing that novel about your tales with the Poltergeist, after all?
Hmm, you could surprise them by coming up with the most elaborate and wonderful prank Hogwarts has ever seen and then only take credit months later when they have been wondering who could have pulled that all off - the looks on their faces would be quite enjoyable, I imagine.
Ouch, lion boy — one point to Gryffindor for that. Maybe I will have to come up with a schedule and plan in extra practices, what do you say — the final test would be for you to convincingly lie to me about something and the moment it sounds believable, you pass.
Did we not just agree not to use it in public? I thought it was our little secret — after all, I am the one who came up with it.