Are you trying to say we’re not chums already? I try to smile at you ever time I pass you in the corridors— I even said hi on the stairs the other day, remember that? That you all do, I can admit that.
Well, yeh, we’re chummy. Ye’ve bothered to listen to me this long, right? But there’s a difference between bein’ pals and bein’ best pals— few and far between are those who have crossed the border fences of my friendship.
I understand what you’re saying, love, it just takes a mom’. It is pure laziness, I assure you. Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, mate— just don’t get too disappointed when us birds have your Puffs on the ground.
Maybe one day you’ll want to be a cobber and listen to what I’m speakin’. Don’t knock us— you’ve forgotten that we ‘Puffs bounce back, spectacularly so.
You’re not that easy to understand, I’ve got to admit. I hope that’s not at all rude of me to say. Oh, yeah? I trust you, and I’m looking forward to rubbing each Ravenclaw win in your face, doll.
Oh, wow, people in England not gettin’ what an Aussie has to say? Novel. Pure laziness in my opinion. But beating you birds’ll be a piece of piss this year, just wait.
Sure, I could hear you over the announcer. S’pose you’ve got to cheer a bit harder next time, however and Hufflepuff could take the match.
I bet— ‘though I don’t think too many people understood me, though. Not tryna skite but this year we ‘Puffs have got a team worth watchin’. Keep you ‘Claws on your toes.
I think it’s quite unfair to think only the Quidditch players do work during games. At the last match, I—
Had a bit of an ace barrack session meself last match, so I’m inclined to agree with ye.