I don’t know how messily you eat your soup, but I usually don’t spill mine over the entire freaking page. And you just proved my point. Losing one sheet of notes won’t turn you into a bum. Not that I’ll lose yours, ‘course.
As a matter of fact, I do, but they’re too young for me. But I was using sarcasm, something I figured would be in your main arsenal.
My notes need to remain pristine. Even a drop of soup would ruin them! How are you supposed to be fully prepared if you’re missing part of the material? And I’ll have you know that I am not a messy eater in the slightest. I have manners, unlike some people.
Of course, my mistake. Whatever, Puckerman.
Yeah, that was kinda what I was talking about. You’re good at some stuff and I’m good at other stuff… Yeah! I’m the keeper for our team. You’re the best? Oh, yeah, Rachel… I sorta listen to her because she’s my best friend’s girlfriend, but I guess I can trust you on this one?
I’m good at most stuff actually. I have to be. Oh, that’s exciting! I love Quidditch. All my brothers played, and my brother, Grant, was Keeper when he went to Hogwarts! He was in Gryffindor, though. Yes, the very best. Rachel tries to argue otherwise, but it would be wise for you to trust me on this one.
I guess one could argue that. I care about my notes and shit, but I don’t bug out if I spill soup on them or something. You gotta roll with it and just relax sometimes.
Oooh, burn. I’m greatly offended, Pearce.
If you spill soup on your notes, how are you supposed to be able to read them later? I don’t see how you could be okay with that. Not when your grades are involved. Because your grades decide your career which decides the rest of your life.
I don’t understand why, Puckerman. I’m sure you have plenty of fifth years dying for your attention.
No, no! I just meant that it’s kinda your thing, y’know? Like it’s ours to be nice or whatever and stuff. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be good at anything else, right? Like, you’re good at singing too?
Oh. Than thank you. That’s very kind of you to say. I guess that’s why you’re in Hufflepuff. Right. You play Quidditch, don’t you? I’m the best at singing. Don’t let Berry convince you otherwise.
If we’re talking school, sure.
This is why you’re a Ravenclaw and I’m a Hufflepuff… I guess I just don’t see it like that?
Are you insinuating that Ravenclaws aren’t good at anything else?
I suppose not. To each his own.
Okay, okay, fine, obsessive. I didn’t mean it was shameful or anything, some people just take things the wrong way, y’know?
Just checking. Jeez, a tad harsh, are we?
It’s not obsessive to want to be well prepared for exams! You might want to follow my example if you plan on doing something useful with your life.
Not harsh. Honest.
You notice that out of all people? You’re totally the best in every other class we’re in together.
You’re just the kind to wanna know about stuff, I guess? I just read up on Quidditch or stuff.
Well, of course, I am. That’s expected of me, though. Ravenclaws have to be the best.
Of course! After all, knowledge is the most useful and powerful skill a wizard can have.
Yeah, I guess… I think she just likes that her class is the only one I get Os in. And she thinks it’s funny that I get so bloody clumsy when I’m tired.
I’m not really that much of a reader… I figure I can just Apparate to St. Mungo’s if I need it.
Of course, she likes you. You’re a very good Astronomy student. You’re always the first one to find the different constellations. And I think everyone finds that funny.
Oh. I suppose that works as well.