Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter. This disclaimer covers all chapters of this fic.
"Bloody- sodding -Merlin!" Ron swore as he looked at the line of people leading to Gringotts.
"Not sodding, sonny, sopping. I'm rather wet," said an old man, coming out of a shop, dripping.
A/N: hmmm. It sounded funnier in my head.