Year 4

"So…there's a ball this year, I heard…"

"Yeah. 4th years and older, Valentine's Day."

"Who're you going with?"

"Stella Adams."

"You mean that blonde, bubbly, brainless, airhead? Get a life, Malfoy."

"Who're you going with, if you're going at all?"

"For your information, I'm going with Nathan Wendlin."

"Ah, the Hogwarts Prat of the Year. So when're you going to ask him?"

"What- what are you saying?"

"When. Are. You. Going. To. Ask. Him. Must I repeat myself again, Weasley?"

"I- When are you going to ask Stella?"

"Oh, really, Weasley? That's your comeback?"

"Just answer the question."

"Well-you- I asked first!"

"Oh, really, Malfoy? That's your comeback?"

"You know what? Fine. Since you asked-

"Whatever. If you really want to know-

"I haven't asked her yet."

"I haven't asked him yet."

Silence.

"So…"

"You know, I don't think I really want to go."

"Yeah, me either. I mean, all the good looking girls are taken-

"Excuse me?"

"What? I said all the good looking-

"Well then, seeing as I'm not a girl, or good looking, at that, then I might as well ask Nathan after all!"

"Wha- oh, come on Weasley, I was just-

"See you around. Or not. Seeing as I'll be at the ball…"

"Really? Come back- you know what? Fine. Maybe I will see you there, with Stella!"

"Must those two be so dramatic, Nicolas?"

"I don't know, Al, I don't know."

"I'm hungry, Zabini."

"Then eat, Potter."

"Wait, why are you even at the Ravenclaw table, you're a Gryffindor!"

"I wanted to see what Rose and Scorpius were talking about!"

"Why was Scorpius at the Ravenclaw table?"

"I don't know. Why weren't you and him at the Slytherrin table?"

"I don't know. Why weren't you at the Gryffindor table?"

"Because I wanted-

"Just shut up, Potter, and eat."