PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE IS SITTING IN HIS OFFICE
F/X: KNOCKING
DUMBLEDORE:
Enter
PRINCE HARRY ENTERS
D:
Ah, Harry Pottymouth! Now, I suppose you know why you've been called here?
HP (PULLING OUT A WAND AND HOLDING IT TO HIS LIPS):
Hey-ho Prof Dumbledore! Is it for smoking spliffies and selling Bertie Botts' magic mushrooms? (BEAT) Did someone grass me up?
D:
No, Harry it's not, I'm afraid, it's…
HP:
Is it for sticking that wand up Hermione's…
D:
(QUICKLY, LOOKING HORRIFIED)
Erm, no, not that. I'm afraid I've received complaints about you calling people derogatory terms. Like (READING FROM A PAGE IN FRONT OF HIM) "Muggles." And Ron says you called him a … "Ginger".
HP:
I'll throw a Bludger at him, that copper snitch…
D:
(WARNING TONE)
Come now, Harry. Might I remind you of your own reddish hue
HP:
Oh, alright I'll apologise, you old Queen.
(OOV, QUEEN'S VOICE)
Harryyyyy!!! Have you been dressing up in Great Grandpa's old robes again?
HP:
Oh, bugger
HARRY RUNS OUT