In Between The Lines | Tomarry

Chapter Four

H: I despise Dumbledore.

T: Likewise.

H: He's so stuck up and it feels like he's constantly watching me.

T: Agreed.

H: I don't know why everyone loves him. He expects me to defeat Voldemort and save everyone. What if I don't want to do that?

T: You don't have to do what he says, you know.

H: Yeah, I guess that's true. Maybe I should've let the sorting hat sort me into Slytherin..

T: Perhaps.

H: What house were you, Tom?

T: I was a Slytherin.

H: I could see it.

T: Is that meant to be an insult?

H: Maybe.

T: You're very rude.

H: My friends would disagree.

T: You have friends? How surprising.

H: That's mean!

T: You can dish it but you can't take it, ey?

H: Hush up!

T: Very well.

H: Wait, no, don't actually leave!

T:

H: Tommmm

T:

H: Tommy? Thomas? Tomster?

T: No.

H: Wow, okay.

T: What does Tomster even mean?

H: I don't know.

T: Mhm.

H: Hey, Tom, how old are you?

T: Seventeen. Why do you ask?

H: Oooh, no reason.

T: Is that right?

H: Yes, it is.

T: That seems very unlikely.