#Harry Potter a seventh year who loses in gobstones to a bunch of 11 year olds

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UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #47

*Harry staring at notice board in Slytherin common room*

Alphard Black: Hey Evans, what are you doing?

Harry: Professor Slughorn tells me I need to join a club—

Alphard: Oh? Have you thought about the Dueling club—

Harry: No. Hard pass.

Alphard: Why? You’re really good at—

Harry: Just because I’m good at something doesn’t mean I enjoy it. Besides that would be too much work. I’m looking for something that requires minimal effort. There’s not a club dedicated to napping is there?

Alphard: If there was Mulciber would be captain. But if you’re looking for minimal effort, Eileen Prince has a gobstones club that’s popular with the first and second years. You gotta make her think you’re serious about it though, cause if she thinks you’re teasing she won’t let you join.

Harry: Noted. Thanks, Black.

———-One Hour Later——

Tom: …gobstones? Gobstones?! He refuses my offers to join the Knights, but he’ll play gobstones with a bunch of eleven-year-olds?!

Alphard: Hey don’t curse the messenger—

Tom: Ridiculous!

Alyxander Mulciber: A napping club sounds like a good idea, do you think we could get a faculty advisor to sign off on it?

Lyra Burke: Professor Trelawny might do it if we lie and say it’s a astral projection club.

Ignotus Avery: If you guys get it approved, I’ll join up too. Could use a little nap with all this homework our professors keep piling on—

Tom: None of you are forming a napping club. You have too much work to do—

Lyra: If we form it Evans might join and that’ll give us a chance to gather more information on him…

Tom: There are better ways of gathering information, Burke.

Lyra: Maybe. But those other way are not as relaxing.

Tom: You’re not supposed to be relaxing!

Alyxander (whispering to Avery): I think he could use a nap.

Ignotus: …yeah, no kidding.

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UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #45

Theodore (to Tom): Look here, that kid over there—

*Gestures to Harry in the midst of playing a game of gobstones with a group of first years*

Theodore: I know he may not look it, but he’s one of the most dangerous wizards alive.

*Tom watches Harry proceed to loose gobstones to a bunch of first years*

Tom: Yeah…I don’t believe you. Powerful? Maybe. Dangerous is a stretch.

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Tom: Gobstones is beneath you—

Harry: I’m perfectly capable of deciding what is beneath me and what is not, Riddle.