Since I went off Harry Potter a few weeks ago I have been experiencing a need and desire to keep it in my life. So I plan to. A number of years ago my best friend and I (both avid Harry Potter fans), were sitting at the kitchen table and jumped into some dialogue. As many of you know, the world and people of harry potter are quite easy to make fun of, especially in the dialogical form.
So I'm going to try and continue this legacy here, as we did it quite often and I'm still immature enough to engage in such tomfoolery. Because my last set of hp's were so organized, I'm going to try to do the same thing again. I shall begin with the first book and post one narrative at a time. I know reading this type of thing isn't ideal but I'm going to give it a try to see how it goes...
SCENE: Harry (HP) enters into Ollivander's (GO) to purchase his wand in Diagon Alley.
GO: I'd been wondering when I was going to see you Mr Potter.
HP: Wait why? Do I know you? I'm not supposed to speak to strangers. Actually, I'm not allowed to speak at all. If I do I get sent to my cupboard without any dinner.
GO: Right. Well Sonny, why don't we just fix you up with a wand?
HP: A wand? Like for magic? Did you know I'm a wizard?
GO: Well of course you're a wizard. Goodness gracious with parents like yours I'd have thought you'd have been a touch brighter sonny. No matter, try this one.
(Harry takes the wand and proceeds to wreck a number of Ollivander's things. This goes on for a number of wands)
HP: Perhaps sir I'm not meant to be a wand carrier?
GO: Why don't be silly boy, you're Harry Potter. No matter, I think this one may do the trick.
(Harry takes the wand and magic happens)
GO: Curious, very curious.
HP: Sir, what's curious.
GO: I remember every wand I've ever sold Mr Potter. The study of wandlore is a tricky branch of magic. Any wandmaker will tell you that the wand chooses the wizard. I'm sure we can expect great things from you Mr Potter. After all, He who must not be named did great things. Terrible, but great.
HP: But sir I still don't understand.
GO: Harry m'boy. Your wands brother gave you that very scar.
HP: No sir that's not right. My parents died in a car crash and that's how I got this neat-o scar.
GO: Mr Potter you are quite mistaken. For he-who-must-not-be-named did that to you.
HP: Who is this not namer? I must know immediately and then prove his inferiority by using his name whenever I can.
GO: That's not wise Mr Potter. While I'm sure we can expect great things from you with this wand, you'd never be able to do any of the great things that the dark lord did.
HP: Why does that even matter? Sir I don't understand. I'm so confused.
GO: Why don't you just get one of your parents to explain it.
HP: I can't. They're dead. God. No sympathy in the wizarding world. BROOD.
So, after having read this I see that the whole dialogue thing doesn't really work so well via reading. I'll try a few more and if they don't come together, no matter, I'm no worse off.