kicking his kit bag aside Where the fuck did I put my gloves?

from the armchair, already in his robes Check under Pansy’s arse. She’s been sat on half the room.

Fuck off, Riddle. I’m thinking.

leaning against the mantelpiece, arms crossed About what? Which shade of green makes you look less like a pug?

Anyone seen Y/n? We need our facepaint done before Wood gets his head out his arse and they start the match.

stops rummaging, looks up Yeah. Y/n. scanning the room Anyone?

Probably still in the Great Hall. Gryffindor’s lot are already out there doing laps. Show offs.

straightening Right. Someone go grab them. We’re not doing this shit ourselves. Remember last time Mattheo tried?

I said I was sorry! It was supposed to be a snake!

It looked like a deformed dick, Mate.