dreds4prez: Um. Flint? Coach? Can I have a word?
marcus_flint1: Jordan? That is you, right?
dreds4prez: Yeah. 
dreds4prez: I um. Have a confession to make.
dreds4prez: I was the idiot who let it slip to your father that you're playing Quidditch again. 
And the rest.
marcus_flint1: You -- what the fuck  do you think you're playing at? 
dreds4prez: I didn't mean to, I swear.
marcus_flint1: Oh, right.  You didn't mean to.  
marcus_flint1: What surprises me is that you'd drag Wood into it. I thought you Gryffindors were 
supposed to stick together. 
dreds4prez: He was just bashing Quidditch. And I couldn't keep my big mouth shut and mentioned 
that for someone whose son played for Puddlemere's Under 21 side, he sure hated Suidditch a lot. I 
ddn't know he wasn't supposed to know, okay?
dreds4prez: I'd never intentionally do something to hurt Oliver. He's my friend.
dreds4prez: And i'm not stupid enough to intentionally get you pissed off at me, either. I do like 
breathing.
marcus_flint1: Well, you sure as fuck did a good job.  On both counts.
dreds4prez: Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. 
dreds4prez: I jst can't keep my big mouth shut.
marcus_flint1: That's not news to anyone, Jordan. Fuck. Do you have any idea what your big mouth 
made your friend have to listen to?
dreds4prez: Er, not really. But I'm sure you're gonna tell me, aren't you?
marcus_flint1: If you work with my father, I'm sure you can guess. 
dreds4prez: Point taken. Look, I'm really sorry. But your father is an idiot, and he got on my 
nerves just a little too long. 
I don't suppose there's anything I can do to undo some of this damage?
marcus_flint1: What the fuck could you possibly do?  
dreds4prez: **sigh** Yeah, I know. 
marcus_flint1: Just--stay the fuck out of my business from now on, Jordan. Mine and Wood's. He 
doesn't need   friends like you. 
dreds4prez: I think he can decide that for himself, Flint. I'm sorry I fucked up, and I still 
think your father is a ruddy git if he can't recognise your talent and be proud of that, but I 
won't let you tell me who I can and can't be friends with.
marcus_flint1: Yes, Wood can decide for himself. But if you ever, even accidentally, do something 
like this to him again, you're going to regret it. 
dreds4prez: I swear. (Can i still call your father a ruddy git, though?)
marcus_flint1: No, you fucking well can't. 
dreds4prez: Right. Duly noted.
dreds4prez: I guess I'll see you Sunday at the Aluni match, then?
marcus_flint1: Make damned sure it's from a distance. 
dreds4prez: I'll be all the way in the commenting booth. You'll barely see me.
marcus_flint1: Keep it that way. 
dreds4prez: Aye, aye, sir!