*SCENE THREE*
Ministry of Magic: Sounds pretty interesting...seems like a long time between meets, though. Haven't you heard from your friend at all since you left?
Goyle: Well, yea. We wrote letters...then we lost track of each other. But I know Crabbe would meet me here, if he's still alive, that is. He was the truest, staunchest chap there ever lived! He'd never forget! I came a thousand miles or so to stand in this door, and its worth it if my ol' partner shows up!
Narrator: Goyle takes a sterling silver watch from his pocket.
Goyle: It's three minutes to ten...it was exactly ten o'clock when we parted right here at this door...
MoM: Did pretty well in Germany, did you?
Goyle: You bet! I hope Crabbe has done half as well. He was kind of a plodder, that fellow. I had to compete with some of the sharpest wits goin' to get my fortune, including an ol' classmate, Draco Malfoy.
MoM: I'll be on my way...hope your friend comes around all right. Are ya gonna give him till...ten o'clock, then head out?
Goyle: No! I'll wait till at least ten-thirty -- maybe longer! So long!
MoM: Good night, sir!
Ministry of Magic: Sounds pretty interesting...seems like a long time between meets, though. Haven't you heard from your friend at all since you left?
Goyle: Well, yea. We wrote letters...then we lost track of each other. But I know Crabbe would meet me here, if he's still alive, that is. He was the truest, staunchest chap there ever lived! He'd never forget! I came a thousand miles or so to stand in this door, and its worth it if my ol' partner shows up!
Narrator: Goyle takes a sterling silver watch from his pocket.
Goyle: It's three minutes to ten...it was exactly ten o'clock when we parted right here at this door...
MoM: Did pretty well in Germany, did you?
Goyle: You bet! I hope Crabbe has done half as well. He was kind of a plodder, that fellow. I had to compete with some of the sharpest wits goin' to get my fortune, including an ol' classmate, Draco Malfoy.
MoM: I'll be on my way...hope your friend comes around all right. Are ya gonna give him till...ten o'clock, then head out?
Goyle: No! I'll wait till at least ten-thirty -- maybe longer! So long!
MoM: Good night, sir!
