WHO: Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot. WHAT: Floo call between ⅔ of the nerdship. WHEN: 19 August - afternoon
Terry: Anthony! You’ve seen the Prophet, right? It’s-- Terry is frantic, and takes a deep breath as if steeling himself for a tirade.
Anthony: Yes, it’s complete shit. Anthony leans forward to look into the fireplace. Are you about to explode?
Terry: No. Yes. Well, sort of. See I was drinking coffee before we got the paper, and then I just talked at mum and Prisha about it, and then they left the house because they said they were sick of me. And this news is just, on top of everything. What the hell’s going to happen to Kevin? Terry begins to bite his fingernails.
Anthony:Anthony rubs his face. I have no idea, you don’t think they’ll stop him from coming back do you? I mean it’s Kevin.
Terry: Considering all these new policies I don’t put them past anything. Terry looks over his shoulder suspiciously as if he’s being watched. But we probably shouldn’t talk like that on this...
Anthony: Junie talked to me earlier on the phone, that works better. What do you think they’ll do about Michael’s dad?
Terry: Did you and ‘Junie’ have an enjoyable chat, yeah? Terry raises his eyebrows. But shit, I don’t know. They might be imposing the Registration because--. He pauses, mulling things over. Nevermind. Theorising about what’s going to happen to him feels a step too far. Not that any of this feels particularly real.
Anthony:Anthony ignores the comment about June completely. It doesn’t feel real at all, can you believe they put bloody Umbridge back in charge?
Terry:Heavy sarcasm. Yeah, after it went so well last time, huh? It’s probably cause Dumbledore’s gone. Less opposition.
Anthony:An eyeroll. If it’s too bad we’ll just revise on our own, although if she’s in charge of the NEWT exams… Anthony shakes his head. We’ll probably have to remember the names of all her cats, I don’t know if I could tell Fluffy and Spunky apart.
Terry: Here’s hoping Fluffy or Spunky are afraid of ravens, cause I can just get Marilyn to pester them if need be. A faint smile. Anthony: Who has that many cats anyway? A sigh. Well we’re pretty good at keeping our noses out of trouble anyway, but I would actually like to I don’t know learn things that are useful this year. Maybe it’ll be quiet this year. There is a very doubtful look on Anthony’s face.
Terry: Considering everything that’s happened these last couple years I think they’re actually trying to impede the education of young wizards as much as possible. He pauses. But yeah, quiet. We can only hope.
Anthony: It’s completely mental. He shakes his head. Well hopefully the library will still have books and we can just work on whatever we want to up there. We’re all fairly intelligent.
Terry: Yeah, and we could make a defensive fort out of some of the books! Provided Madam Pince or Tracey don’t murder us.
Anthony: Tracey just wishes she was a Ravenclaw.
Terry: Probably cause you’d never want to be in Slytherin. Terry shrugs.
Anthony: Speaking of, Malfoy and Parkinson will probably be Head Boy and Girl this year. Anthony makes a face.
Terry: Gross. At least when Dumbledore was biased it was only towards Gryffindor, that wasn’t so bad. But… ugh.
Anthony: Slytherin is definitely worse than Gryffindor.
Terry: And this year’s probably going to be worse than all the rest. Ugh. He looks around behind him at someone out-of-sight. Look, mate, I’d better go, but I’ll send you an owl or pop by, maybe. He smiles.
Anthony: Yeah, you know you can come by whenever. See you later.