It wasn't Snape, it wasn't even Voldemort.
It was Quirrell. (Shock horror)
"Whaddup boi." Harry grinned cockily, putting Felix back into his pocket.
Dad would be proud
Squirrel was staring into the mirror which Harry had totally already noticed was there, I mean, come on.
"I was wondering whether I would be seeing you here, Mr Potte-"
"Oh call me Harry, love."
This earned a glare from the Professor.
"You perhaps thought, it may have b-"
"Snape? Nah. He loves me really."
"Silence!" Squirrel hissed impatiently, while the boy who lived stood their grinning innocently.
"What does this mirror do?" The death eater turns back to the mysterious bathroom appliance.
"Helps me get my instabrows on fleek, innit?"
Squirrel ignored this comment. Harry imagined he was laughing on the inside.
"I see what I want. I see myself holding the Philosopher's Stone. But how do I get it?" Squirrel was now annoyed. Partly because of the mirror but also because of the fact that Harry had started to eat sweets from his pocket.
"Hey squirrel-"
"Quirrell."
"Whatever. If you are in such a bad mood, I know exactly what would make you feel better."
Squirrel sighed. "And what exactly might that be, Potter?"
"Red Vine?"
*Harry holds up his packet of Red Vines and winks at the camera*
"DID SOMEONE SAY RED VINES?" To the surprise of nobody, Ronald Weasley materialised in the middle of the room when his favourite snack is mentioned.
"DID SOMEONE SAY DRACO MALFOY?" Draco rolls and twirls elegantly onstage, looking almost as fabulous as... Idk. Comment something fabulous.
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Ok I do not know what happened here, I make myself laugh. I was very bored one night.
Rose x
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