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[See this face?

Nothing's his fault.]

[Your face is at fault. Just your face. Everything. Faulted. Your face. HEY maybe you're innocent, but it's not going to stop him blaming it on you. Unless you did it. Then well...there you go.]

All right, where's my bag? This isn't funny.

Why would I do that to you, Rab?

I know how you feel about your bag.

Because you're Mortimer Fucking Gibbon, that's why.

Enough with the bullshit, where did you put it? It has all my shit! [Oh Merlin...his sketchbook.]

...My middle name starts with a P. You know nothing of my ways.

Exactly! Why would I want your shit? What would I do with Rabastan's shit? Sell it to first years to fund my shit selling business?

I don't know! There are...important things. In there. I need.

Is there some experimental wanking device in there I might get my hand caught in?

[No devices, just material. Drawings, mostly.]

Fuck you. Just tell me where it is!

Wait, is this wanking device, like, tested?

Have you used it?

Not that I'd use it.

THERE'S NO FUCKING WANKING DEVICE! [Okay, maybe too loud for the common room.]

Just give me my bag.

...Mm.

Don't have it.

[Frustrated sigh.] Then where the fuck did it go? It was right here.

[General shrug and scratching of nose which indicates NOTHING WHATSOEVER.]

Maybe it walked off.

My ass.

You know something. Spit it out.

[Well, he literally spits on the floor, looks up, and shrugs.]

Come on, man, we'll look later.

Let's doodle or burn down some trees or some shit.

[He's still uncomfortable about not having it. If those drawings of all those Hogwarts girls got out, he'd be dead. He somehow manages to try and shake it off, though. Maybe it's just stuck under something.]

Fine...

Cheer up.

Whoever took 'em, I'll take care of it with you, all right?

I can't have those pictures getting out. There're some things in there that could potentially get me expelled.

Rab. I'm a clever bloke, aren't I? You think I wouldn't handle this for you?

We're friends.

[It's a sceptical look. Then a chewing of his lip. Then a twisting of his hair.] Yeah. I know...

If someone took it, I'll find the brats and glue them up where no one'll find them.

Fair? [ Except it was him. HA! No reason he can't go torture some first years though. ]

These are the things I'll do for you.

All right. Fine, but let me know who they are.

Man, you can be there for it. [ After he forces an innocent student to confess. Yes. All is well. ]

Okay, brill. If I don't get my bag back within the next two days, though. I'm setting your hair on fire.

Oi! Fuck you!

Sorry, mate. I'm an impatient man.

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