Pandora walks to Slythrins' room (how does she know a password, who knows) and make a B-line straight to Regulus: Here’s the plan. You. Me. We move to Washington DC. We work a minimum wage job, we live in a one bedroom apartment, we make ends meet but it’s okay. We’re happy. You fall in love with a law student, I fall in live with a bartender with daddy issues and a heart of gold. One night we’re out late, we’re at a monument, maybe we’re a little high. We see a carving in the back of the statue. We decide to look into it, why not. The law student gets us into a secret section of the library of congress (he’s doing a report on it). Who bursts in? THE FBI! We’ve uncovered something, we’re scared, we’re confused, we’re in the holding cell and who busts us out through the air vents? The bartender with daddy issues and a heart of gold. We come up with a plan. What do we steal? Not the declaration of independence, the articles of confederation. We take it to the statue and the carving. It’s a cipher, what’s it say? Ben Franklin was homosexual but that’s ok. We been knew.
