you’re the lucky one

I'm sure you'll try.

The usual, probably. Overdue to be getting to practice, aren’t we?

That's right. What would Peakes think if he caught wind of you ruining the team's star chaser with your mono? Hands off, Fortescue.

Four years in the spotlight have finally attuned Art Fawley to the whims of the masses. Do you deserve a biscuit, do you think?

I honestly don't see how I'm losing anything. It's not as if I haven't been in the papers for allegedly shagging some bird before. I could use something sweet to balance out all the salt coming out of you and this conversation. What's the matter, Valentine? Didn't have a good time?

Are you growing a thicker skin, Fawley? 

No. I'm just not oblivious as to which way the wind blows when it comes to social stigma.

You're welcome for the paycheck, Wieland.

Noted.

Is that…something you’d like to do to them?

Occasionally.

Personally I think it’s very big of me to humor your megalomania, Fawley. You’re welcome.

I thought we were over the whole denial thing.

Is he an animal in your mind? Well, in general. Nothing comes to mind.

Yes, he is. And no, I don't have difficulty apologizing for anything.

Have you attempted hurting any small animals? That’s another one on the list. Are you incapable of apologizing? I could go on.

Does Fortescue count as a small animal? The bloody hell do I have to apologize for?

Ah, but his abandonment of his team is this year’s news. How many training hours did he miss, I wonder. Not much opportunity for Quidditch practice on the nude beaches of Ibiza.

Perve.

Only the first? And here I thought I would've made it down to at least the second item on that list already.