"Are you bloody playing with me now, Harry?"
"Nope."
"You mean to tell me at some point- no, for a few months- I was the bloody Master of Death and you didn't even bother to tell me?!"
"You forgot the part where he said he only figured that out after dying, Ronald."
"Okay, can we please not mention Harry dying? I still can't get over that and probably never will."
"I feel ya, Herms."
Smack!
"Ow! Bloody hell! Harry, control your girl, will ya?!"
"Stop trying to ask help from Harry, you coward. You brought that on yourself. I've told you a million times to stop calling me that, Ronniekins!"
"Blimey, you're never letting that go, huh?"
"Well, you started it!"
Harry could feel a headache coming with the two starting to bicker again. Worst is, he is bed-ridden and can't walk away
