"Why. Are you doing. Schoolwork?"
"Cause I like learning!" The younger boy lolled his tongue out to one side, rolling over on the couch of the rented apartment.
"It's rubbish, the owls even say so."
"Muggle Studies is rubbish but-" he tossed his hand out, "we don't need that, we know how to be Muggles. Too well. I miss elf food."
"Me too. Dad's cooking is good enough for summer, but..."
"But it's already November. I know."
"It's just cause he's stressed out having to move and hide and all that. It'll get better, you see."
"It had better. Or else I'll try and practice Potions with whatever he gets, make something tasty."
"Would that even work? You can't practice spells..."
"I can read about different creatures though. It's fun! Not having to do work, you know, I don't have to write essays, I can just read whatever I want."
"You don't even have any books."
"Nat copies the important stuff out for me."
"That's nice, I guess."
"You want to read this? Ginny Weasley or someone could study your stuff."
"Nah," he shrugged, "it's useless without the DA, not being able to practice. But soon enough...we'll get to go back for real."
"Okay," shrugged Dennis.