Speeches

52. Bore

Rowena yawned. Godric snored.

The Minister for Magic talked on.

“Godric, wake up,” she poked him none-too delicately. “I know he’s a bore, but it’s the future of our school that’s at stake here.”

“Huh? Oh come on, you know as well as everyone else that he’ll make it an official magical learning centre, he just likes the attention he gets, or thinks he does, when he’s rambling on.”

“Godric! You don’t know, he might decide we aren’t good enough to last long term, and force us to close down… Are you listening?!”

“Just wake me up when he’s done.”