"You know how I hate being called that!" He said in Parseltounge(a/n in italicized), pouting.
"I know, and that's why I call you Morty in the first place." She made a swaying motion with her hand. She looked ahead. "Students are coming up so.."
"Hello." He greeted the students, with his extremely phony smile.
The students greeted back and kept walking. Now talking about how the most popular student just talked to them. Waiting for them to be out of hearing distance.
Angela looked at him in dismay. "I worry about your future. I can see it now. Prime Minister suddenly cracks and kills all."
Morty(a/n From now on known as Morty) looks at her and laughs. "Yeah, right. Prime Minister of course but, after becoming a teacher at Hogwarts. Everybody will think I'm some goody-two-shoes. Then all the scum in the world will bow down to me!"
She smiled and shook her head at him. "Morty, if you hold too much of your true feelings down, it won't be good for your health. Then you'll have grey hair by the time you're 20."
He shrugged his shoulders. "At least, I would look even more mature, or I could dye it."
"That sounds troublesome." She sighed. "But you can tell me whatever."
"Yeah, I like you much better than the girls who try to act all sweet and cute and is actually trying to become my girlfriend or even as a you know. They are so disgusting, but so much fun to toy with. Did you know that all I have to do is say a few sweet words and they will do whatever I want." He smiled demonically.
She put a hand around his shoulder. "Yes I do. Now come on, class is starting soon."
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