MEMOS
It's looking at me again.
And gooood morning to you, too.
It really is scaring me this time.
My dear, there really is nothing to be scared about.
You try telling that to this thing!
Fear is irrational, unless, of course, you are faced with a giant spider - in which case the correct course of action is to find a giant slipper and-
Yes, yes, BACK TO MY PROBLEM PLEASE!
Keep your wig on.
You keep YOUR wig on!
Who told you I wear a wig! That was a cruel rumour…
But it's stiiiiill looking at me.
Merlin gave us eyes to see; it is merely making use of his eyes.
But it's so… weird…
But you're so… childish…
Ha ha.
Why thank you, I have been working on my stand-up comedy routine.
Tell me more.
Really?
No. Of course not, you idiot; I have a problem to deal with.
Then you obviously don't need my help.
But it's staring at me.
And Fawkes is spontaneously combusting up here, what do you want me to do?
You know…
No, I don't.
Yes you do!
I think you might have to write it, just to make sure that we are on the same wavelength.
*Sigh* Fine. Please h-e-l-p me.
Sorry, what was that? I can't read that word in the middle.
Please.
Please what?
Help.
Who?
Me.
All together now?
Don't push your luck greybeard.
It is not grey! It's just a rustic shade of black.
What?
Improvisation was never my strong point.
Neither was getting your backside down here when your help is needed!
Fair point.
…
Is it still staring?
Yes.
Are you still unnerved?
Yes.
Are you still teaching?
Um… I am now…
Right.
…
Where is it now?
At the back of the room.
Right. I will come and remove it now, how is that?
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Okay. But if I'm going to move Fred Weasley from your sight for an hour, you will owe me big time.