Andy walked into the room, damp with a hazy smoke and other adjectives before every single word. There stood an angled figure, perched sharply among the dense flaming sun. It was Matt. He was sneezing like a cherry. He dropped his box of chocolates and bellowed like a steam engine at his obtuse pal in the shivering door frame.
"OY ANDY OW YOU ANDY LOOK AT ME I'M HAGRID"
"MAGIC SPELL"

the end