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"They never let you watch television?" Bruce frowns.
"I was busy with chores and - Uncle Tony you better not be buying any bloody company with that phone."
"Of course not," Tony says, texting Pepper to cancel buying Netflix, HBO, and Disney.
Harry's glare slowly redirected to Bruce. "Get your eyes off of those, Uncle Bruce."
Bruce quickly took his eyes off the huge, flatscreen TV across them.
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“So, Harry,” Stark started.
Oh no, not the small talk.
“Ever heard of twenty questions?”
“Er,” Harry replied, ever so eloquently.
“It’s a simple game where we ask each other twenty questions,” Bruce explained. “It’s commonly played to get to know a person better.”
It might just be Harry but the way Wayne said that felt like he memorized and rehearsed it.
“Sure,” He shrugged, not seeing the harm in it. “Do both of you get a combined twenty questions or…?”
“I’d prefer it if Tony and I got twenty each if you don’t mind.”
“Okay –”
“Great!” Stark leaned forward, looking too enthusiastic for Harry’s liking. “You go first.”
So of course Harry said the first, most generic, question that came to mind.
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Pizza. How close are you with your mother’s relatives?”
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Ron crossed his arms. “And we should listen to you because?”
“Would you rather your golden boy remain in the grasps of Vernon and Petunia Dursley?”
The twins bolted up and Hermione gasped. Ron himself nearly forgot how to breathe. Malfoy’s eyes swept through all of them, he didn’t bother hiding his amusement.
“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t connect the dots after everything I’ve witnessed?”
“Alright, you know about them. Now what? Are you going to announce it to the whole school?”
Hermione looked like she was already bloodthirsty enough to kill someone and the twins should know a good spot to hide a body. Ron can cover for all of them. He’d lie in front of the Wizengamot if he had to.
“No, you bloody idiot,” Malfoy groaned. “Honestly, Gryffindors.”
“You don’t exactly have a nice track record yourself, Malfoy,” Ron retorted. “Forgive me for assuming the worst.”
“Let’s make this simple,” Malfoy stood up straighter and tucked his hands behind him, looking like someone who was there to do business. “I want to help.”
They couldn’t believe their ears.