I don't own Harry Potter or Steve Irwin
"Well today we get to see their eating habits, CRIKEY! THEIR FOOD JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE!"
"YOU! YOU WERE IN MY POTIONS CLASS. WHO ARE YOU?"
"Crikey! Time to run!"
"Whew! What a run he gave me!"
"Looks like they're going someplace. Let's follow the one called Mr. Potter."
"Looks like they're talking to a picture, CRIKEY! THE BLASTED PICTURE TALKED BACK! Better keep my voice down."
"Looks like they were led into a secret passage, they said Quidditch? Oh well, I'm gonna go talk to a painting and say a made up word. This place is weird!"
"Quidditch. What do ya know it's a room, looks like no one is looking, better hide behind that bookcase."
"Crikey! The blasted pieces of chess are talking back!"
"Looks like the witches and wizards are talking to one another, lets listen in."
"Who do you think is that man?" said Mr. Potter
"Dunno, but ya know he sorta looked like Steve Irwin." said Miss Granger.
"They know me? Better keep listenin'."
"Who?"
"He's a muggle on television."
"Telebision? What's that?"
"Television, Ron, its what muggles use for entertainment, you can watch stuff on it."
"Huh?" said Ron.
"Oh never mind. I'm going to bed."
"Me too."
"Me *yawns* who."
"Well, it looks like they're going to bed, lets go look in the male's room."
"Looks like they sleep in four-"
"IT'S THAT WEIRDO! HE'S IN HERE! HELP!"
"Crikey! Run!"
