Muggle World: We’re sorry, Harry, you won’t get to compete in the contest. There must’ve been a glitch in our systems. You weren’t supposed to be in the draw at all, you’re too young.
Wizard World: Send this child to the death games! The goblet has spoken!
*randomly materializes out of a murder of crows with a slurpee in my hand* hey guys what’s up?
*forty bats coalescing into an approximate human form, holding a gatorade* not much, how about you?
* 5 wolves make their presence known with a piercing how before joining in the circle. They clutter together, and take the form of a human with a iced coffee* ‘sup.
*emerges from the back exit of Dairy Queen to take out the garbage* uh.. uhhh.. m-my boss said y'all aren’t allowed to hang out back here…
