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This is written for reminiscent-afterthought's 'So you think you know your character?' competition. The competition consists of 11 questions about a character of the writers choice. I chose Mundungus Fletcher, and all 11 questions will be answered in the chapters of this fic. Though aspects of his personality are slightly different to fit into the AU of my story 'Harry Potter: Scourge of Knockturn Alley,' most of the base character is the same, so I would imagine that these short stories can be read with or without reading that first. So, without further ado, on to the challenge!
Nervous. Not really a word you would put with the Great Albus Dumbledore now, is it?
But sure as eggs is eggs, that's what he was the first time he asked me. Can't really say I blame him, it was a very strange request.
Nearly killed myself laughing I did, when he told me what 'bowling' was. Throwing a big heavy ball along the floor to knock down some funny shaped doodads called pins? The things muggles come up with, eh?
But still, you don' turn down Albus bleedin' Dumbledore for no good reason, an' I didn't have no good reason so along I went. An' you know what, it's pretty damn fun. I mean, was a bit weird at first, being out with Professor Dumbledore in muggle clothes, tryin' ta fit in with the muggles an' all that. Mostly jus' cos I was with Dumbledore though. Never thought o' him as someone who'd be mates with the likes of me, I mean, he's Dumbledore ain't he.
P'rhaps that's why he likes me though, cos I ain't smart enough to give him no in-tell-ect-oo-el conversation see. I guess I can give 'im a break from being the Headmaster Albus All-them-middle-names Dumbledore, saviour of the bleedin' world, and just hang out at the bowling alley or the pub and talk about easy stuff like that awesome strike he got the other day, or what muggle beer tastes the least like piss or summin.
People have mates for all sortsa reasons, see, and funny though it is I reckon Albus is one o' mine.
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Mundungus and Albus actually ended up joining a bowling league team, the Strike Wizards. Their team did unusually well in the league that year, with the less skilful members occasionally receiving a little magical 'help' with their aim - surprisingly, this largely came from Albus, with Mundungus serving as the distraction.