Talking back to the voices in my head

[bubosquared]

[Scene: Melle's office. older!Harry, older!Draco, and Melle are present. Worrying noises are coming from outside the office.]

Melle: *smacks Harry on the back of the head* "I hate you."
Draco: "I quite agree."
Melle: "Oh, don't you even start, you fucker."
Draco: "What have I done? In case you hadn't noticed, I've been the one telling you this bloody thing, while Mr Boy-Who-Lived here barely said anything at all!"
Melle:" "My point exactly. Stop yammering on and let him get a word in edgewise."
Draco: *indignant* "Let him? Like he's tried to say anything?"
Harry: "Well, what is there to say?"
Draco: "You bloody up and disappeared for thirteen years, you bint. I'd say there's plenty to say! Not to mention, your whole "strong and silent" act is freaking me the fuck out, and I have the feeling you're going to have a breakdown sooner rather than later, and I'd rather not have you slobber all over my designer trekking clothes."
Melle: "He does have a point there, Harry."
Harry: *shrug*
Melle&Draco: *sigh*
Melle: "And can you fuckers give me a decent title one of these days before I'm stuck with Twilight?"
Draco: "Um."
Harry: "What's Spanish for 'escape'?"
Google: "Fuga."
Melle: "That might actually not be that bad. Hm. Must ponder."
Draco: "Mind if we continue while you ponder?"
Melle: "Will you shut up if I mind?"
Draco&Harry: "... No?"
Melle: "My point exactly. Fuckers."