The land behind the veil. Colourless, nondesсript landscape. Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore are sitting on a stone, sharing a bag of sherbet lemons because clichés die last.
Fred Weasley: I can't believe it! She bloody well offed me!
Dumbledore: Well, it had to be one of you two, Mr Weasley, I'm afraid. You and your brother were the only Weasleys who came with a spare.
Fred: Yes, but why did she choose the one who still had both his ears? Aren't there enough scarfaces around in this series already?
Moody: Hey!
Fred: Poor George. No more twincest for him.
Sirius: Just because you're dead? What are you, new? – Oh, okay, never mind.
Fred: Huh?
Remus: Woman, which part of "till death us do part" do you not understand?
Sirius: That's the spirit!
Snape: Okay, fine, but "one of the bravest men he ever knew"? So I fancied his Mum, big deal, but why would the brat suddenly turn into my biggest fan?
Sirius: I'm afraid he doesn't do things by half, our Harry.
Snape: I get it that he forgave that house-elf for betraying you, Black, since Potter loves everyone who feeds him, but I didn't even cook for him!
Lupin: Hear, hear. Your place or mine?
Sirius: Does it really matter here?
Lupin: No, but I've always liked that line.
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