A Failed Muggle and Some Guy Named Snake

"Have you never seen magic before?" A long-suffering voice drawls. Ah, good - he still enunciates with knives, still sounds as if he finds them repulsive. They were worried he wouldn't."I've never seen him play personally, but I hear he's a great point guard." Leon pulls the tray towards themself. They can physically hear Snape's brows knit.Even though it seems to pain him, his mouth curls open. "What.. on Earth are you talking about?""Magic Johnson. Basketball." They pause their soup-ing to look Snape's way. Mouth caught between a grimace and a sneer, brows heavy, eyes boiling black. He doesn't even need to insult them to make them feel like an idiot - not with a look like that. Luckily, Leon has a lack of self-respect on their side. They dig into their soup.

I know what you must be wondering; "Whatever-the-fuck does this author think they're doing starting ANOTHER fic?" Well, who knows. Brain rot. Brain rot brain rot brain rot. Also, it's so fun to write silly little shit happening around the intellectually driven world of HP. Also also I feel the need to shove my little nonbinary OCs wherever I can, because there simply isn't enough representation. And there aren't enough comedic-niche-silly-haha Harry Potter fics in which the main character confidently admits that Snape is cool af but simply has no time for him (but somehow still ends up in his orbit anyhow, ahahaha). (Also Hagrid is great for creating the wackest plot shit, and wack I shall.)((And there's so much potential for Dumbledore to be a crazy wise old guy with an actual sense of humor, so I'm gonna run with that.))Anyway, this is obviously very niche - so I'm really just posting it for me and the FBI agent in my laptop. I'm going to attempt to make this lighter than my TWD fic - so far so good.This takes place in 1986, but it's not perfectly canon. Again, just for fun. (Also, I edit at night, which means mistakes are probably abound. Please, find it in your heart to ignore them. Heart emoji. Thanks.)