The Breakfast Table

Matt sat at the long wooden breakfast table in the Wammy's house dining hall. He sat alone eating his cereal with little interest in the soggy cornflakes. He looked around the hall and smiled as he realised that the way the tables were positioned made it look like the Hogwarts great hall. His smile grew wider as he pictured Roger addressing the room like Dumbledore.

"What are you smirking about?"

Matt turned to see his blonde-haired best friend behind him.

"Just comparing Wammys to Hogwarts"

"Nothing magical about this place" He replied as he sat down.

"Yeah, don't you think this place looks a little like the great hall though?"

"A little, I can imagine Near sitting at the Slytherin table sneering at us like he's superior"

"You'd be a better Slytherin candidate than Near, Mello"

"Bullshit. My ends justify the means"

"An that translated to you as 'the ends justify blowing shit up'?"

"Don't deny it Matt, you love blowing shit up"

"Whatever. So who am I then?"

"I'm pretty sure there are no mad gaming professors at Hogwarts Matt" Mello smirked.

"Maybe not, I would make a kick ass Hagrid though"

"Nah! You have better hair than Hagrid, you might make a good Neville though"

"Nuh-huh!"

"Matt and Mello! You're late for class! Go now before I give you both detention!"

They both looked at their angry maths teacher Mr. Blake, then at each other.

"Snape."