Compartment. Second car, third on the left.

Kelsi leaned forwards. "You did it to her in fourth year?"

"Aww, then Ced walked over... and you were all, 'AMIGAWD, YOU SLEPT WITH CHO.' Good times, fourth year."

"Yup! And, you told me to get lost."

"... Man... Cedric..."

"It's okay! He lives on as a sparkling fag in a horrible movie series!"


"We shouldn't talk about it."

"Why not, eh?"

"I don't see why we shouldn't. I mean, it's so sad..."

"Well, he lived, right? For a while."

AND STILL LIVES AS A FAGGOT VAMPIRE.

"I suppose.."

[THIS IS BOOK CANON, WOMAN. NOT MOVIE.]

"I mean, I'd be fine if I died at 17."

"... Eh, I'd rather die as eighteen."

"I'll die at eighty one, thanks."

"Have fun, Serenity."

"Don't wizards live longer? Look at Dumbledoor. He's what, three-hundred?"

"I'm not living to be three hundred. I'll be hideous. I'll go a hundred, tops."

"He's Dumbledore, he can do whatever the hell he wants."

"Guess that's true, Liv. I want to grow to be one hundred fifteen. Then I can go into a soundless slumber."

"... I don't wanna get old."

"Why?"

"Die young stay pretty?"

"I dunno. I just don't wanna deal with everything else, I guess."

"Well, I have no clue."

"Let's change subject. Are you excited for... umm..." Kelsi thought for a moment. "Orange pudding?"

"Mhm, are ya?"

"I'm kind of off it right now..."