INDEFINITE HIATUS

“Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely. Did I whimper in pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot fried-chicken sandwich? You betcha.”

                                          —  it’s a GIRL. ❞

         “Of course I’m not telling you that - I was only kidding, Hugo, relax. We’re still a team, no need to worry about that.”

          “Good, good. Hey, you think Lily or Rosie would help us find a tutu or something? I bet one of them’s got one, or can find one.”

       “Alright, so, Saturday, 1PM at the Astronomy tower, I’ll meet you there - try not to be late, and try not to burst into flames before then.”

          “Alright, uh, see you then I guess.”

       “Probably have a claim of one less ginger relative.”

          “You’re killin’ me here, I thought we were a team united against James. I mean, don’t tell me I have to jump ship.”

           “The library? Are you insane? Madam Pince would murder us for bringing tea in there. Even just tea leaves. Why not outside? It’s supposed to be nice outside this weekend - then again, your ginger so that might not be the best idea… we could use one of the Astronomy towers?”

          “’Course, ‘cause I’ll go up in flames in the sun. Astronomy tour? Uh, sure, yeah, okay. I can meet you there.”

         “If you say so - ah, always the bleedin’ optimist you are. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

          “You know me, just a ray of sunshine. What would you do without me?”

         “I meant girls that weren’t related to you - though I’m sure that’s hard considering everyone in this bloody school seems to be related to you. I promise I don’t bite, there’s not need to be nervous.”

          “I know you don’t bite. I’m not, I mean, I just, uh-- bloody hell. So tea reading then? Uh, is the library okay?”

        “Don’t be mad because it’s true, don’t worry - after we get James, I’ll help you with your game.”

          “How bloody sweet of you, but I don’t need any help with my game, thank you. But we’ll get James if you survive a trip to Grandmum’s. If.”

        “ … I almost believed that - not. I guarantee you that no matter how much action I’m getting, it’s a hell of a lot more than you’re getting, mate.”

          “Oh, sod off. Your ego’s too bloody huge, Al. Merlin forbid you take a hit, it might burst.”

       “I think it would be safer if I brought the tea, it’ll be on my way anyway and at least it wouldn’t be in danger of spilling because of nerves - you don’t chat with girls much, do you?”

          “I’m not ne-- okay fine, you bring the uh, tea. I uh, talk to girls. I mean I’m not weird or anything. You’re just, uh, a bit intimidating. A little intense.”

         “Ouch, some of us actually use those goods - when was the last time yours were even used? A kick is probably the most action they’re going to get.”

          “I’m offended. I mean, I could be getting plenty of action for all you know. Like, loads. And you’re not getting as much as you say, you bloody liar.”

                                               ♦ ♢ ♦ ♢ ♦ ♢ ♦ ♢ ♦ 

                    “Oh my God     !                                            I’ve killed Harry Potter!”