That's my plan, hence the above inquiry. I shall have to be very brave, but I dare say I can manage it. One can always just use floo powder to go straight into the Leaky Cauldron, where hopefully it's safer than the rest of London might be.
My plan was to floo into Leaky. I'm a Gryffindor, but I'm not brave enough to handle Nazis with guns and bombs.
You know, there's safety in numbers they say.
Oh, goodness, is that an initiation? Because sniveling Slytherin and all. I dare say I'd only be dead useless in a fight.
You needn't worry. I can run very quickly.
Sounds like you'll need to.
Don't think I will, actually.
What is your problem? Am I not allowed to have friends besides you an Olive?
Of course you are. Just...choose wisely, that's all.
I'm just looking out for you, that's all.
Potter! You mean someone actually taught you how to write? My compliments to your trainer.
Oh, how clever! Look, you even tried to be insulting and everything. That's adorable, Malfoy, it is.
Almost as cute as your attempt at being condescending. Can I put this happy incident of your annoying me as due to jealousy, or is there another reason?
Is "for the fun of it" good enough for you?
Ah, of course. My mistake for expecting any sort of higher thinking from you. Carry on.
How typically Slytherin Pureblood of you.
Um. Oh dear. I hate to be the one to tell you this, Potter, but it's just a house. It only impacts you for seven years of your life. Possibly eight, for you, since I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up repeating a year, but it's the same idea. And correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you a pureblood too?
It impacts you for the rest of your life, actually, because those are formative years. I'm not repeating anything. And yes, but there's a big difference between your sort of pureblood and mine, isn't there?
That may be so. And I suppose if you don't intend to do any growing or changing as a person beyond your attendance at Hogwarts, I'd agree. And is there indeed? I won't pretend that I know either you or your family, so however would I know.
Excellent. I'm speedy myself. No doubt if we get confronted by the one Nazi who accidentally ends up on the wrong side of the channel, we'd both be able to make a clean get away.
Obviously, obviously! The man won't know what hit him. So, when should this be?
Mm. Preferably as soon as possible? I'm bored to tears.
I quite agree. There's nothing like your two best friends having fun without you.
Tomorrow? Three pm?
Am I a second choice? Well, alright. I think my wounded pride can take it.
Excellent. Meet you at the Leaky Cauldron?
Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you.
Of course.
No offense taken.
Perfect. I'll see you there, then. |