Harry Potter: Hey Honey, I'm home!
Ginny Weasley: Hi Honey, tough day at work?
HP: You bet, but nothing a few expelliarmus spells couldn't fix.
GW: Just because you used it to kill Voldemort it doesn't mean that it's the best spell for everything.
HP: I know, it's just that it has kind of become my signature spell.
GW: Maybe, but an expelliarmus won't fix the radiator.
HP: I know honey; I'll get to it later.
Harry opens the fridge and pulls out a butterbeer.
GW: Right, because you are too busy drinking?
HP: I'm just getting one for the game. Do you want one?
GW: No, I'm good.
HP: Are you sure because I won't ask you again.
GW: It's okay. I'm good. I'll just have half of yours.
HP: What? Why won't you just have a whole beer yourself?
GW: Nah, I can't drink that much. I'll just have half of yours.
HP: But I can drink a whole beer.
GW: Oh my god, why can't we just share one? You never want to share anything. It was the same when we were fighting Voldemort; you never wanted anyone but you to fight him, and when we went to that
HP: Fine, we'll share this butterbeer. I'll go and watch the game now
Harry goes to the living room. Ginny follows right behind him
HP: What are you doing?
GW: I thought we could watch the game together?
GW: Because we never just hang out anymore?
HP: We hung out last night!
GW: Rescuing me from another crazy dark wizard trying to kill me to get back at you does not qualify as hanging out.
HP: Fine, but you didn't seem to mind my expelliarmus curse that much last night!
GW: Your right, I'm sorry I mentioned it. Let's just turn on the TV, watch the game and forget about it.
HP: It's okay.
Harry waves his wand at the television.
GW: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!