“Mike! Shut up! You like Ron/Draco. I get it! Firey temper/cool disdain - makes for a passionate pairing. I know you love the drama. I just can’t choreograph my next show based solely on your desire to have manifested on the ice a relationship that will never be canon.”

Mike looks grouchily at him. He didn’t think Lars knew anything about Harry Potter.

Lars feels very exposed. He’s practically used up an entire day’s quota of words in that one outburst. Fucking Mike.

Mike rounds on him, “Could we at least role play?”

“Can we ask Oliver to be Harry?”