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"Fair enough. You choice."
My choice that you aren't telling your parents things? Seems unlikely.

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@thewitchkenny
Hello...? Who's there?
"Fair enough. You choice."
My choice that you aren't telling your parents things? Seems unlikely.
Hello...? Who's there?
"Like what? You wound me."
Like whatever you have planned for graduation, no doubt a secret from those who would try and stop you.
Hello...? Who's there?
"Yes it’s definitely got something to do with influence. But the graduation send-off is going to be brilliant! You should be there. I guarantee you there’ll be no ruined clothes and no explosions."
I'm sure when it comes to you lot guaranteeing that means nothing, no doubt something bad could still happen to my poor frail self.
Will you write to your parents of these exploits or do you hide things from them?
Yes— but I— I mean we Gryffindors don’t necessarily know how to sneak into the restricted section.
I over estimated you lot.
"I’m not sure about this."
Oh come on, you're a Gryffindor, right?
"I sort of make believe. That’s why I like acting. You can create or imagine anything.”
Hello...? Who's there?
"Oh, I was just making a mental map of some stuff James asked me to prepare. I should probably write home soon, too. My parents worry if I go too quiet."
Perhaps I should move, I'd hate to be around anything where James is planning to do something. Especially when graduation is so close for you lot.
Worry about you? Seems unnecessary when you have all the boys or is that what they are concerned about? Their bad influence?
Hello...? Who's there?
"Oh, sorry, I tend to get all weird and quiet when I concentrate. So, what are you doing here?"
Well I was writing letters until you spooked me.
You?
Hello...? Who's there?
"You’re very right about that."
"If it’s not bother, may I ask what you might be writing?"
Just letters, to my friends back home. I try to focus so I don't let something non-muggle slip.
Hello...? Who's there?
"Kendall? Hey, it’s just me."
Oh, Remus. You scared me, I didn't realise you could be so quiet.
Hello...? Who's there?
"I’m Andromeda, sorry to startle you. What brings you to this part of Hogsmeade?"
I like to sit out here and write...less people.
Hello...? Who's there?
I can't believe you convinced me to come to Diagon Alley in my holidays.
'Sometimes' being the key word.
I mean, if you want my textbooks, sure you can have them. Though honestly, I don’t know how helpful the extra notes will be, since I don’t think you’d be able to read my handwriting.
If I was funny all the time I'd be too cool to hang out with you.
I can read boy.
I can't believe you convinced me to come to Diagon Alley in my holidays.
In his defense, his alcohol running out is properly traumatizing, especially because of how much alcohol he usually has.
True. His body probably goes into a free fall.
Fucking hell, mate, why?
I didn't do it on purpose, fuck face!
I can't believe you convinced me to come to Diagon Alley in my holidays.
Jealous? Of Avery? That’s hilarious.
Oh, s’alright, I can buy my own. You can spend your galleons on — well, I don’t know what, whatever you want.
I'm pretty funny sometimes.
I don't want anything, you'll just give me your hand me downs for next year right? With all your notes written on the pages?
I can't believe you convinced me to come to Diagon Alley in my holidays.
He does? [He placed his hand over his chest, feigning a hurt expression.] I can’t believe he didn’t tell me.
If you want parchment, you’re getting your own. I’m not buying you anything, yeah?
Maybe he thought you'd be jealous.
I meant for you. But maybe I won't if you're that cruel.