This one reads:

Harry

Draco

Harry

James

Price Problems

"You aren't serious."

"No, that was your godfather. I'm merely Draco telling you that I'm buying James these robes for Hogwarts. They are really nice."

"You're jumping the gun a little when it comes to this. We still have a year left before he goes to Hogwarts."

"But I like them and statistics probe that it is highly unlikely that I will grow enough in one year that any robes I have now will be rendered unwearable when I do go to school."

"Your Mum told you to say that, didn't he?"

"You forgot the bit about how the quality guarantees years of wear, James."

"Stop teaching our child to mimic your insane ramblings, Draco. These robes are entirely too expensive for a ten-year old. You'll just muck them up."

"I won't muck them up Dad. I'll be very careful in them."

"I'm not buying you robes like this! You can have school the robes that are the same as everyone else's. I had just those ordinary robes and I survived."

"But you looked like a walking ball of rubbish. I refuse to have our exceptional child running about in horrible, itchy robes."

"You had no complaints when you borrowed my uniform back at school."

"Why did you borrow a Gryffindor uniform, Mum? Was it Halloween?"

"No, he got completely covered in mud once when I challenged him to a friendly game of one-on-one Quidditch."

"Care to explain how we ended up covered in mud if we were flying around in the sky?"

"Simple. You tackled me after I caught the snitch and beat you. You didn't really take well to be beating you every time we mounted our brooms."

"Mum wouldn't tackle you, 'specially if you were in the air."

"He really didn't tackle me until I had landed and he really didn't get very dirty until I smeared him into the ground."

"Care to tell your son what happened after you smeared me into the ground?"

"No, I don't. He doesn't need to know. Thanks for bringing that up, by the way. You'll know when you're older, James."

"I don't want to know anyways. Now, I want those robes."

"I'm not buying you those robes."

"Hand them here James, I'll buy them for you."

"No you won't."

"Yes he will, he said he would."

"He lied."

"No I didn't. Hand them here."

"No."

"Here Mum."

"I said NO!"

"Don't care. I'm paying for these. See you in a mo'."

"Does no one even HEAR what I SAY anymore?"

"No."

"AH!"

"I'm sorry, what was that, Harry?"

"Yes, what did you say, Dad?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Dear Merlin, I've created a monster."

"Well, technically Harry, I created him."

"YES! HE'S YOUR FAULT."

"Just pay for my robes."

End