Apparently in high school my randomness knew no bounds or my boredom.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it would not have had that epilogue.
Harry speaks first then Tom.
"I'm a little tea pot short and stout."
"Potter?"
"Here is my handle here is my spout."
"Potter!"
"When I get all steamed up hear me shout."
"POTTER!"
"What?"
"What on Earth is possessing you?"
"Erm, well, usually I would blame you, but you're here so… Dumbles?"
"I might actually buy that. The old coot is such a dolt."
"Now, Tom, is that any way to speak of one of the 'greatest' wizards in the world?"
"Greatest? Maybe luckiest. Perhaps best con-man. But wizard I'm not so sure."
"Well, you could have been a lumberjack."
"Now where on this plane of existence did you come up with that one?"
"The Holy Grail of course."
"…Holy Grail?"
"Yes, Frenchmen and coconuts."
"You are very, I'm not even sure, irritating and annoying don't seem to cover it."
"The word futile comes to mind."
"I don't even want to know."
"Well I'm sorry but you're the one who didn't want me chatting with the Death Eaters."
"How is that relevant? And I didn't want you keeping them from doing their work."
"Well, this is the result."
"What?"
"I'm bored and you're not getting any work done."
"You brat."
In a way this is a sequel to chatting. I really should write up a list of the order these little conversations go in because I actually kind of have a mind cannon for them. Anyway, hope you liked it.
~Ke