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

"The Vlog, Day 1 Part 2"

Dan

"So, as you may know already, we're going to Hogwarts! I know what you're thinking, 'It's just like Dan to set up some elaborate prank that seems so extremely real that it's too good to be true.' But guys, I am not behind this. I swear on..." "Dil's llama hedge!" Phil shouted from the other room. "Whoo, big stakes, Phil. Yeah, I swear on Dil's llama hedge, that I am not involved in this. Me and Phil are 100% sure this is real." "You're 100% sure!" Phil called again. "Phil, why don't you just come here so you can interrupt me in the vlog instead of shouting across the flat?" "No, I'm doing research!" He yelled back. I chuckled at the camera and walked over to Phil's room. "Research on what?" I asked, focusing on the back of Phil's head and the desktop behind him. "How to feed a Pygmy Puff, for one thing." I aimed the camera at Phil's bed where a suitcase lie open. "Are you all packed, Phil?" He turned around in the swivel chair. "Nearly. But Dan, remember that we have to wait until September 1st to go to King's Cross. It'll be a while until we actually get to Hogwarts." "We also have to get about 10,000 items from Diagon Alley. I don't think we'll have much time to spare, Phil." He sighed and focused back on the computer. "What have you learned so far?" "Well, if you feel a long squiggly thing in your ear at night, don't worry, it's just Susan; apparently they have really long tongues and they like to lick people's ears." I directed the camera back at me. "That's good to know. What should we do for lunch?" "It's only half-past eleven." "Food is important! We can't concentrate when we're hungry!" "Dan, we had breakfast about an hour ago." "Fine. Shall I order a take-away?" "Daaan." "Okay, no food." I walked out of the room but peeked my head back in a second later. "Phil?" "Yes, Dan." "What about that pasta thing we had last time at TortelliniCup?" Phil stopped typing for a minute. "Alright, you got me. That does sound good right now." I did a little jump and forgot I was holding the camera. "Whoops- sorry Internet." "What did you do?" "Might've just given them all motion sickness."

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"We are here at this restaurant called TorelliniCup, say hi Phil." Phil waved at the camera. "They do sort of Italian inspired take-away cups and things, and the pasta is so good." "Why can't we get the pasta we make at home to be like that?" Phil whined. "Maybe they have some secret ingredients we don't have." "Cooking skills?" "Hey." The hostess gave us a bit of a weird glance, what with me waving the camera everywhere, but maybe she recognized us because she dropped the look after a few minutes. I filmed the chefs making our pasta cups- they have little tables where the chefs make your food in front of you and then box it up in a neat little package. Fast and easy. My kind of meal. We took our pasta cups back to the apartment- the day was sort of gloomy (typical British weather, I know) and that made it easier to be lazy and sit around watching Sherlock reruns while eating lunch. I started recording again once we got back home and sat on the couch. "Official lunch rating Phil?" Halfway through an enormous bite of pasta, he swallowed and said "12 meatballs out of 10." "See, it was a good idea." "Good food is always a good idea." I showed a close up of the boxed up meal and then squeezed next to Phil to get a good angle. "Tune it later when we go do something else exciting!" "We'll probably still be here on the couch." "Probably."