Potter & Evans.
Chapter 1. Abominable Snowmen and Trainers.
It's just after 2 in the morning here in Ireland and I can't sleep so this is what happened. I'm sorry if it's rubbish, I'm absolutely shattered. I promise I'll fix it up later on today.
Let me know if you want anymore of these in a review, I pinky swear they'll be better! Honest!
Much Love,
Patience.
'Evans?'
'What do you want this time Potter?'
'Well, the first trip to Hogsmeade is coming up and I was wondering if you possibly wanted to go with me...'
'My answer hasn't magically changed over the summer; it's still a no. Although we do have to walk to the village together, considering we're Heads.'
'But Evans, why don't you want to come with me?'
'Because, Potter you're an insufferable, bullying toe-rag.'
'Bullying? I haven't touched anyone all month!'
'Fine. How about insufferable, self-centred, cocky toe-rag?'
'I wouldn't say self-centred. I'm just aware of my many skills. But I suppose it'll do.'
'Potter!'
'What?'
'You stood on my foot you absolute moron. Honestly, you have the feet of the abominable snowman!'
'Of the ambomiable snowman...? Who in the name of Merlin's saggy buttocks is that?'
'Never mind. Wait... d'you hear that?'
'Hear what Evans?'
'That.'
'I can't hear anything except you.'
'There it is again!'
'What exactly is it you can hear?'
'It's a squeaky noise... like trainers on a polished surface.'
'...Erm, Evans?'
'Yes?'
'That's me. I have trainers on underneath my robes.'
'I could throttle you right now.'
'But you won't?'
'No.'
'Why?'
'Because.'
'Because what?'
'Because I don't have anyone to help me hide your body. You're not exactly a Cornish Pixie, Potter.'
'Are you calling me fat?'
'No.'
'So why would I be heavy?'
'Because, look at the blooming height of you!'
'But Evans... I'm skinny.'
'Right.'
'Bitch.'
'Don't you forget it Potter!'
'Course not Evans.'