Me: Ship. Those two psychos deserve each other.

Fred and George: What's the ship?

Me: Bellatrix and Voldemort.

Ron: Don't say his name!

Me: Fear of the name only increases the fear of the thing itself. And you call yourself a Gryffindor

Ron: 🙄

Harry and Neville: Ship!

Hermione: I can see it. I pray to god they don't have a kid.

Ron: That kid would be the devil.

Me: No, that's Umbrige.

Everyone: * Nods. *

Luna: It would be kind of sweet.

Everyone: * Looks at her. *

Luna: If they aren't psychopathic pieces of shit.

Me: Hell yeah!

Me and Luna: * Highfive. *

Ginny: A match made in hell. Ship.

Fred and George: Ship.

Draco: Sink! I don't want to be related to the dark lord!

Pansy: Wait? You're related to Bellatrix?

Draco: * Sighs. * Yeah, she is my aunt.

Harry: So that means you are related to my dogfather? ( No I didn't spell that wrong. )

Draco: I guess.

Me: If James and Lily weren't killed and Bellatrix wasn't a bitch maybe you two could have been friends.

Harry and Draco: Doute it!

Me: Whatever.

Cho: I don't care.

Pansy: Sink. I don't want to have the dark lord as an uncle when me and Draco get married.

Draco: We are not getting married!

Pansy: Well, not right now. We are still kids.

Draco: Ever! Amelia help me out here?

Me: Sure. Stupefy!

Pansy: * Passes out. *

Me: * Twirls wand around and blows off the tip. *

Draco: Not what I meant, but thanks.

Me: No problem. So it's 10 ships and 0 sinks.

Everyone: * Giggling. *

Me: See ya bitches! * Spins the wheel. *