One bright day, in the Leaky Cauldron, a man was sitting at the bar. He
had been sitting there most of the day, having drink after drink. After a
while, he called Tom over and pointed to the other side of the pub, his
hand shaking from too many drinks.
"You see that chap over there?" the man asked, trying to point his finger. "He looks just like me. I think I'll go talk to him." So the first man gets up and makes his way over to the other's table, trying to walk across the spinning room. Tom just watched for a minute before returning to the other customers.
"Excuse me sir," he said with a slur, sitting down. "But I noticed you looked just like me!" The other man narrowed his eyes and studied his face for a minute. He turned his head this way and that, trying to figure out if they did look alike.
"You know what? You're right, we do look alike," the second man confirmed. "Where ya from?"
"Just past Ottery St. Catchpole," the first man answered. The second man's eyes widened.
"Me TOO!" he cried. A few patrons of the bar turned and looked at the men. But after a minute they returned to their own conversations.
"No kidding? What house were you in?" the first man asked, taking a sip of the drink he had brought over with him.
"Gryffindor. We won the Quidditch cup in my 5th year," said the second man.
"Me TOO!" the first man cried out, slapping the table with his hand. "I was a beater, what position did you play?"
"I was a beater too!" Both men took sips of their drinks to toast these odd coincidences.
Trying to best up the other man, the first man said, "I knew The Harry Potter."
"So did I. He came over to my house during the summer while I was at school," the second man boasted.
"Well he helped test some of the products I made," the first man said.
"Me too. wait. Do you make joke products?" the second man asked, spilling some of his drink.
"Yeah. I own a joke shop," the first man told him.
"Me TOO!" the second man said in excitement. "Maybe we could work together some day." "Yeah, that's a great idea. And turn it into a great store. I've always dreamed of owning a big time joke shop," the first man said excitedly.
"Me too. My mum never liked that dream of mine," the second man admitted.
"What was your parent's name?" the first man asked, excited.
"Arthur and Molly," the second man told him.
"Mine TOO!" the first man cried out.
As they both grinned and drank their mead, another man entered the pub and went to the bar. He sat down on the stool the first man had left just a few minutes earlier.
"Anything new Tom?" he asked after he ordered a pint of mead.
Tom shrugged and got another glass. "Nothing much," he said. "The Weasley Twins are drunk again."
"You see that chap over there?" the man asked, trying to point his finger. "He looks just like me. I think I'll go talk to him." So the first man gets up and makes his way over to the other's table, trying to walk across the spinning room. Tom just watched for a minute before returning to the other customers.
"Excuse me sir," he said with a slur, sitting down. "But I noticed you looked just like me!" The other man narrowed his eyes and studied his face for a minute. He turned his head this way and that, trying to figure out if they did look alike.
"You know what? You're right, we do look alike," the second man confirmed. "Where ya from?"
"Just past Ottery St. Catchpole," the first man answered. The second man's eyes widened.
"Me TOO!" he cried. A few patrons of the bar turned and looked at the men. But after a minute they returned to their own conversations.
"No kidding? What house were you in?" the first man asked, taking a sip of the drink he had brought over with him.
"Gryffindor. We won the Quidditch cup in my 5th year," said the second man.
"Me TOO!" the first man cried out, slapping the table with his hand. "I was a beater, what position did you play?"
"I was a beater too!" Both men took sips of their drinks to toast these odd coincidences.
Trying to best up the other man, the first man said, "I knew The Harry Potter."
"So did I. He came over to my house during the summer while I was at school," the second man boasted.
"Well he helped test some of the products I made," the first man said.
"Me too. wait. Do you make joke products?" the second man asked, spilling some of his drink.
"Yeah. I own a joke shop," the first man told him.
"Me TOO!" the second man said in excitement. "Maybe we could work together some day." "Yeah, that's a great idea. And turn it into a great store. I've always dreamed of owning a big time joke shop," the first man said excitedly.
"Me too. My mum never liked that dream of mine," the second man admitted.
"What was your parent's name?" the first man asked, excited.
"Arthur and Molly," the second man told him.
"Mine TOO!" the first man cried out.
As they both grinned and drank their mead, another man entered the pub and went to the bar. He sat down on the stool the first man had left just a few minutes earlier.
"Anything new Tom?" he asked after he ordered a pint of mead.
Tom shrugged and got another glass. "Nothing much," he said. "The Weasley Twins are drunk again."