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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