“How do you like your eggs in the morning? Boiled, fried or fertiliz-“
“Leave.”
This was how it went, every day he’d show up to the carriage and try some dumb pickup line on her, every day she’d turn him away. He did manage to come up with some corkers, from time to time. Once, he actually managed to make her laugh- not that she’d ever let him know.
He was the Boy-Who-Lived, and he needed to crack open a joke book from time to time.
Honestly, it was getting worse every day. He’d come up to her randomly, knock on whatever wooden surface was near her and then just start.
Imagine sitting in the Great Hall of the finest magical institution in all of Europe, only to be bothered by a child celebrity and his increasingly annoying pick-up lines. To leave, only to be followed around with constantly worsening humour.
What a nightmare.