Arvid: I would rather belong to any one...ANYONE, than belong to the Nazis like you do.
Thomas Berger: That's because you have everything backwards. Nazis go anywhere they want, do anything they want, everyone gets out of our way.
Arvid: Quiz time. Got your glasses on.
Thomas Berger: What?
Arvid: It means you don't know who your friends are.
~Swing Kids
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They eat lunch together near the seaside every single day. And they call it a seaside too, even though it isn't. They take their trays, loaded with food and solemnly walk out by the big oak tree and eat in the shade.
Everyone wonders where they're going.
Dean forces them to say a prayer before lunch and Parvati rolls her eyes and Seamus coughs loudly but Dean still says it.
Then they eat.
"We're best buddies, aren't we?" She asks to the two boys.
"Yes," Seamus says, "I reckon we are."
"Of course," Dean says, "never better."
They take large bites of mashed potatoes and big gulps of off colored-orange pumpkin juice and sometimes Parvati points out a cloud shaped like cotton candy and sometimes Seamus says they ought to go for a swim in the lake and Dean and Parvati laugh.
"Oh yeah," she says, "oh yeah I'll go on in with my skirt and vest on and stockings..."
"...well you'd take your stockings off, o'course," Dean says with a nod.
"Dean!" Seamus yells.
"What? Stockings are just long sock things, Seamus."
"Still!" Seamus says.
Parvati laughs.
Sometimes Dean will make odd comments about God and Heavens and Parvati sort of listens with a bemused expression on her upturned face. Then he talks about angels and Seamus' eyes light up.
After a short lunch period they all collect their trays and walk together to Charms.
Tomorrow, it'll happen again.
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