Yeah— ‘course. So, do you have your summer plans figured out yet?
A job, actually.
Well, you always seem to be in some sort of crisis. Sweater too small, spilled juice, forgetting things— you know, those sorts of little every day dilemmas.
Well, I think I’m selfish too. Well, I know I am. I like to joke around a lot. Usually don’t take it too far, but sometimes I think I cross boundaries. I’m just impish overall in the sense.
Better a series of little tiny dilemmas than something big, right? I mean, I’d take spilled apple juice over — over a — like, a death, any day.
I’m sorry I’ve been off to you. It isn’t fair of me.
As should you.
Only sometimes. Sometimes I genuinely am concerned. I’m not a complete monster.
Well, I wouldn’t say you have any sort of outwardly mean streak. But we’re not all innocent. As you said, you can be selfish. That’s all I meant by it. Doesn’t make me think any more or less of you.
Concerned — why?
What’s your dark side, then?
I am, yeah.
That’s good. I mean — you should be happy.
You did? So, your owl didn’t end up in a muggle shop, then?
No— well, Ophelia came back with them. She might’ve realized on her own, the smart girl. The place I’ll be working, though, it’s Muggle. An antique shop.
Wouldn’t be talking to you if I did.
I just mean we’ve all got good and bad. We’re not perfect. I’m certainly not and neither are you. That’s it. Dark side probably sounded like I was hinting at any leniency towards dark magic, but it was far from it. Just that there are aspects about us that aren’t always pretty but we’re flawed people.
No, that’s true. You just talk to me because I’m easy to get a rise out of, like you said.
When you said dark side I thought you were implying I had a mean side. I don’t think I do. But I don’t think I’m perfect, so if that’s the definition we’re going with it makes perfect sense. I’m certainly not perfect. I’m actually very selfish, but— well, anyway. Glad there’s no dark magic involved.
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Well, there you go. You friends like you. That’s what counts in the end. They don’t find you boring, yeah?
I didn’t mean it as in dark— I mean— nevermind.
Probably not. Do you think I’m boring?
What did you mean, then?