"Boo!"
"AH!"
"Potter, Granger, this is a library! I'm sure we would all appreciate it if you would both lower your voices!"
"..."
"..."
"Hello, Harry."
"Hi. Alright, what's our lesson today, Miss Granger?"
"Shut up. I wouldn't have to tutor you if you payed more attention-!"
"No, you wouldn't have to tutor me if Snape didn't hate me."
"..."
"Ha!"
"Touche."
"I win."
"Shut up, Mr. Boy Who Lived."
"Fine, Miss Sidekick."
"Don't even go there."
"Sorry."
"Thank you. Now, name the three types of Hargonwons."
"Er...Magical Thingy of Doom, Bleep, and Bob."
"Harry...!"
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Er...Gladvich is the purple one...right?"
"Yes..."
"And then there's the...er...Nav...Navablahblah."
"Navahalona."
"Stupid name."
"Say it."
"Navaholena."
"No, Harry..."
"WHY DO I NEED TO SAY THIS?"
"POTTER!"
"Harry!"
"Sorry."
"One more time and you're both out!"
"Sorry, Madame..."
"Navaha...lona...?"
"I knew you were faking!"
"Damn it."
"The last one?"
"Er..."
"Oh, whatever. It's the Yec."
"Right. Are we done?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"But Hermione, I'm the Boy Who Lived! The Chosen One!"
"The Boy Who Is Failing Potions!"
"Humph."
"Well, isn't this interesting. Get a picture."
"...who are you?"
"Margaret Subern, Daily Prophet reporter."
"Oh God, Hermione! Run! They've got another one on us!"
"...excuse me?"
"Never mind. Inside joke."
"...have special 'inside jokes' they share only with one another in private..."
"Hey!"
"Harry, hush. You're going to get us kicked out again."
"...have gotten kick out of the Hogwarts library several times because of their noise levels..."
"HEY!"
"POTTER! GRANGER!"
"Shit."
"Pardon me, Madame. You are the librarian here?"
"Well, yes-"
"Excellent! Margaret Subern, Daily Prophet reporter. May I ask you a few questions?"
"...A Daily Prophet reporter?"
"Yes, madame."
"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, is this true? Have they really set another one on us?"
"Yes, madame."
"..."
"Ms. Subern? Are you alright? You look quite ill."
"...you know this 'inside joke'?"
"You mean about how many they've set on us? Well, I don't think it's an inside joke, but yes. I suppose the whole school knows by now."
"..."
"She does look ill."
"I see. You all...know this?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Are you alright? What's wrong with that piece of parchment?"
"Oh, nothing. Do you have a wastebasket or something?"
"Oh, yes. Near the door."
"Thank you. I..shall be seeing you later. Excuse me."
"...I do hope she's alright."
"I'm sure she's fine, madame."
"Hm. Well, carry on."
"..."
"..."
"...she forgot that you screamed and we were kicked out."
"Lucky break. Though now she seems to think the whole school's..."
"...let's change the subject."
"I graded your Potions essay for you. You did a lot wrong, so I redid it."
"Oh, Merlin, thanks Hermione!"
"You're welcome. Now, let's study."
"Must we?"
"Yes."
"We could do something else."
"Like what?"
"Er...let's..."
"POTTER! GRANGER! OUT!"
"...there's our answer."