Polyjuice dialogues. // Pt.2
The second part we didn't know we needed
Professor Onai: Professor Black. *nods as a sign of greeting*
Professor Black: Oh!... Oh. Professor Nolai. A good… and sunny day, isn’t it?
Professor Onai: Yes, professor. Quite the weather we’re having. By the way, the reading you’ve requested is ready.
Professor Black: I-I… Yes! Oh, right! What are the… results?
Professor Onai: Your wife still holds a grudge against you, unfortunately. It’s something rather… intimate.
Professor Black: Oh that… that… old bat! Why doesn’t she realise my love for her! *so saaad*
Professor Onai: Professor, the reading itself doesn’t define your future – it outlines a certain possibility – one for your improvement among other things. Send her a love letter. And a luxurious bouquet – everyone loves those.
Professor Black: I-I… But of course! I have got to be going now. Thank you, professor Omar.
Professor Onai: *sighs* He will never get my last name right. One doesn’t need to be a Seer to know that.
Professor Black: Madam Howling?
Professor Howin: Good day to you, professor Black.
Professor Black: I was… going to ask. I’ve been thinking about getting a pet and- *awkward silence*
Professor Howin: You wh-.. Oh! A brilliant idea? A wizard’s life becomes full of colours and emotions when there’s a happy pet hopping around.
Professor Black: Yes-yes, precisely my thoughts. Do you happen to have a… what’s the name… a purreskein?
Professor Howin: *tries hard not to laugh* I think yes. Shall I bring him to you this evening? So you can get acquainted.
Professor Black: Yes! That would be lovely. I-erm. Have to go now. See you soon, madam Howling.
Professor Howin: This man is a walking catastrophe! *finally laughs soo hard*
Professor Black: Oh, as I can see you live up to your name, professor Rollen?
Professor Ronen: Professor Black! Nice to see you outside. Enjoying the weather?
Professor Black: Yes. And you, as I see, are enjoying a game of these… balls?
Professor Ronen: *giggles* Yes, my own invention that is. Summoner’s court. Fancy a game?
Professor Black: Of course. But later. I bet I’d be glamorously good at this.
Professor Ronen: We’ll see, professor, we’ll see.
Professor Black: Madam Pebbler?
Scribner: Professor Black. There’s an urgent matter which requires your-
Professor Black: Argh. What is it now?
Scribner: Sebastian Sallow – I know you’re familiar with that name. I caught him again. You-know-where. Shall I inform his uncle? It’s getting out of-
Professor Black: How dare you, madam Perble, do this to such an ambitious pure-blood student? Such desire to learn! He must be praised, not scolded.
Professor Black: I don’t have time for this. Have a nice day, madam Weggler.
