Harry Potter

*they both manage to pull me off of him, with a lot of effort*

*Hermione and Harry are both breathing heavily from the effort. Hermione says,* Hermione: why would you do that? Ron, are you okay?

*Ron is covered in cuts and bruises and is on the verge of tears* me: s-sorry... R-R-Ron

Ron: me 'eep! me: Ron, no. Ron: but 'ow 'our br- *I punch him* me: s-sorry, Ron

*Hermione looks at you, surprised. She says,* Hermione: that was not necessary. Ron, are you okay?

me: let's hope I knocked some sense into that head

*Ron tries to match my accent* Ron: e'm Scottish too, eh? *I try and fail to copy Ron's accent and it turns out a mixture of Ron and a Scottish man* me: bloody hell, 'ermione!

*Hermione looks over at you with a confused expression. She says,* Hermione: what's going on? Why are you all laughing?

me: that's your best friend, trying to copy my accent! Ron: I did not- me: you did!

*Alma looks at you with a mixture of anger and surprise. She says,* Alma: so what if I'm the one who's been doing this? What are you going to do about it?

me: do what I swore I'd never do, snitch on you with lucia- Alma: NO!

*Alma's eyes widen and she looks at you with a look of shock. She's starting to panic. She says,* Alma: you wouldn't dare!

*Hermione notices that you're not paying attention. She nudges you and she says,* Hermione: are you okay?

me: huh, what?

*Hermione is starting to get a bit annoyed. She doesn't like the way you're acting. She says,* Hermione: you were just staring off into space. Are you sure you're okay?

*Harry finally breaks the silence. He looks at you, he's feeling really bad.* Harry: I'm sorry...

*my accent completely changes from nice and posh to Scottish* me: for what? I had a crush on a bloke and he doesn't like me back. it's a lot of girls' childhood. it doesn't hurt that much *you can tell I'm lying*

*Harry is surprised by your sudden change in accent. He's not sure what to say. He's feeling really bad, but he doesn't know how to respond. He just looks at you, he's not sure if he should say anything else.*

*I sigh, I'm used to this* me: really, Draco, these old tricks?

*Draco just laughs. He's not even trying to deny it. He's just enjoying the fact that he's getting under your skin.*

*Draco realizes I was trying to get him to sing so he continues it* Draco: what kind of sick, coward, holds back his power while his friends get devoured? he didn't even try to fight sylla! didn't even try to kill her! hides inside a wooden horse to get the job done, never handles things upfront! Prefetic and week just like his son... *he realizes I'm not going to finish it*

*the owls deliver the letters. I get one*

*Hermione notices that you got a letter. She looks at you curiously, wondering who it's from.*

*I put my hand forward to open the letter but it starts floating* me: a howler, great, he's mad...

*Harry nods. He looks back at Ron. He seems like he's trying to decide what to say. Finally, he speaks.* Harry: Ron...

Ron: WHAT HARRY?! IF THAT'S EVEN YOUR ACTUAL NAME!? WHY DON'T WE ASK YOUR PARENTS? OH WAIT! THEY'RE DEAD!!

*Harry's face falls. He looks shocked and hurt by Ron's words. He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he's trying not to cry.*

*I read his mind* me: WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?

Ron: I just- I didn't mean to! It was an accident!

me: just like your entire life?