(A lone figure sits, gazing into the setting sun)
This day and age is too good for too many… Sigh … is there nothing to do in this retched dump? Oh woe is me! This life of nothing in which there our no truer prospects!
(Another enters the other's inner sanctum, strutting cockily, a troublemaker in earth's wake)
Hey Moony, mourning over your nonsense philosophy once again?
(The face of the one called Moony contorts hideously with contempt, opening its mouth predatorily, teeth bared, to lash the other figure sharply)
Why you loathsome creature! How dare you suggest that my works of art are mere nonsense? I assure you, you will pay!
(The overbearing one seems to bear no damage whatsoever, and shakes his forefinger, as if reprimanding a small child)
Tut tut tut… Moony! I expected better from you than such awful threats, especially to such a dear friend.
(The one called Moony begins to shout indignantly)
I make no threats!
(A bit more calmly he continues onto ranting, standing, now, up straight as a taut bowstring)
I make promises, solemn vows, earnest oaths, hundred percent guarantees, undertak---
(The arrogant arse is bored now and interjects the boring speech)
All right, already! I get it! No need to get so aristocratic on me.
(The other sputters in fury and for lack to grasp anything sensible… The figure starts mutter incoherently)
mutter muttergrumble HMPH!
(The imperious individual strains to understand his companion's response)
What was that?
(The one named Moony obliges to the imperious individual's request, but softly)
You vile, disgusting earthworm! You are so rude. Aristocratic! Why you could take a leaf out of my book! Aristocratic, indeed! As if I was some mere posh snob. HMPH
(The pretentious person understood the reply perfectly but began to taunt the supercilious self)
I can't hear you.
(The ostentatious other replies a bit louder)
You vile, disgusting earthworm! You are so rude. Aristocratic! Why you could take a leaf out of my book! Aristocratic, indeed! As if I was some mere posh snob. HMPH
(The conceited character taunts steadily)
You know, I still cannot hear you.
(The last remark did the 1st other in. Losing all self-control, the now not shy self, screamed angrily)
You vile, disgusting earthworm! You are so rude. Aristocratic! Why you could take a leaf out of my book! Aristocratic, indeed! As if I was some mere posh snob.
HMPH
(The other seemed rather frightened… NOT! A triumphant smirk graced the character's features; slyly the person hid the domineering offense)
Bloody Hell! No need to get hysterical.
(A loud gasp was heard, followed by incomprehensible stammering, and then began the screams of hell)
(Far off but not too much two others stood, discussing the bickering others on the horizon)
(The littler and younger of the persons questioned fearfully)
Prongs?
(The older and larger of the two glanced cursorily at the other, not wishing to miss the show the two upon the horizon were generating, and replied coolly)
Yes, Wormtail?
(The tinier seemed to shrink in anxiety, twiddling his thumbs) (The figure began grinning at the spectacle the persons on the horizon were creating)
Well… I mean, you know how Moony can get all righteous when he's riled, and… um… Padfoot does sometimes… well in truth, always gets too out of hand.
(The figure's grin slowly dissipated, and he sighed exasperated when the other interrupted his amusement with the other's meek concern. The figure instead began commenced scowling at the diminutive)
Your point dear Wormtail?
Shouldn't… Shouldn't we stop them Prongs? What if they start fighting again? They---
(The smaller of the two gasped)