Relatable

Imagine Somehow Draco's and Harry's Crew Actually Hung Out
  • Draco: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Blaise: ... I did. I broke it.
  • Draco: No. No, you didn’t. Ron?
  • Ron: Don’t look at me, look at Hermione.
  • Hermione: What?! I didn’t break it!
  • Ron: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Hermione: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Ron: Suspicious.
  • Hermione: No, it’s not!
  • Harry: Psst... If it matters, probably not… Pansy was the last one to use it.
  • Pansy: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Harry: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Pansy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Harry!
  • Blaise: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Draco.
  • Draco: No! Who broke it?!
  • Ron: *whispering* Well, Libra’s been awfully quiet this whole time.
  • Ginny: *death glare* oh reALLY
  • *Yelling ensues*
  • *Camera pans to Draco*
  • Draco: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Draco: Well, good. It was getting awfully chummy in here.