Dan and Phil at Hogwarts (A Dan and Phil AU)

"The Vlog: Day 1"

Phil

Dan! You can't bring your desktop to Hogwarts!" I said, walking into Dan's room with the camera and seeing him attempting to disconnect his desktop from the wall. "We'll need it for editing! You were the one worried about our followers!" "You're not going to have enough space in your suitcase, though." "We're wizards, Phil, we'll make space." I pressed record on the camera and turned it around so they could see me. "Hi guys! So today, we're packing for Hogwarts! It's not a joke, we got these letters today and, well, show them Dan!" I directed the camera at him to see that he was digging under his bed for something, half of his underwear exposed. "Daaaan." "What, are my bare feet disturbing your vlog? As I've said before, Phil, socks are for losers." I chuckled and retrieved the letters myself, showing a close-up of them to the camera. "So, of course, we're going. But don't worry, we won't forget you guys! Me and Dan-" At that moment Dan fell face-first off the bed with his arm underneath it and landed on his head. "Maybe mostly me, will be capturing the magic, literally, as it happens. I wish you could all come with us in real life on this adventure! Dan, anything to say to the Internet?" "So much permanent brain damage." He mumbled. "Dan will say something later. Bye!" I put the flip-camera away and left the room to go check on Winston and the little Pygmy Puff Dan had creatively decided to call "Susan." "Dan, we already have a fish called Susan." I had protested. "That's in the Sims, Phil. This is real life. It's keeping the universe balanced- One in Dil's life, one in ours." I decided to give up because after all, I did get to name the gray owl Winston. "If we take the desktop, we can show our fellow house-mates how to play Five Nights at Freddies! Maybe they can help us survive." Dan called. "Are you going to try out for Quidditch?" I asked. "Sports? Blegh. I'm probably too tall to fit on a broomstick, anyhow." "You're probably right," I replied, giving Winston a little pat on the head. "Do you think McGonagall is still Headmaster?" "She better be. I refuse to answer to some Dumbledore look-a-like, at least McGonagall is a bada- what the shuck is this?" I walked back into Dan's room, holding a charging cable. "What?" "Phil...did you put a mouse-box under my bed?" "It's harmless! It doesn't hurt the mouse! And I put some gingerbread in there so it wouldn't be hungry." "Why under my bed?" "Ever since we found that mouse scurrying around that one night I was afraid he would get crushed by something and so I thought we should get him a little house." "Phil that was years ago! Not to mention it wouldn't be a house because there's a one-way door!" "Oh." I took the mouse box from him and shook it to make sure it was empty before throwing it away. "You remember how to get to Diagon Alley, don't you, Dan?" I called from the kitchen. "Eh, we'll figure it out." "When was the last time you read Philosophers Stone?" "You don't want me to answer that, Phil. We'll be fine. After all, Harry didn't read his own book before going to Hogwarts, he turned out alright." "Dan, he almost died like 7 times." "True. Yeah, maybe we best do some revising."