Desperate times
Cornelius sighed. "They hate me."
Rufus disagreed, "They don't hate you. They're just worried, that's all."
Cornelius said, "I think that it's extremely unlikely that the boy is right though. I mean, come on, He Who Shall Not Be Named isn't back. The boy is delusional or maybe he was just confused after being knocked out in the maze."
Rufus stated, "You could be right, but what if the Boy who Lived is correct in thinking that You Know Who is back?"
Cornelius demanded to know, "Are you implying that I'm wrong?!"
Rufus frowned. "No, I'm just saying that you might be. I'm trying not to side with you here because I'm aware that you might be wrong."
Cornelius scowled. "These are desperate times and desperate times call for desperate measures."
Rufus asked, "What are you suggesting?"
Cornelius told him, "I'm saying that we must ignore the boy for now until there's more evidence."
Rufus nodded and smiled. "You're right, but if you fail and things go pear shaped I will take over."
Cornelius smirked. "I won't give up that easily."