Random writing 2

"Ok, you're in a room filled with particles and fairies and they burst out into a battle of fusion. What do you do? Do you die? Or do you thrust your saber into the mass?"
Harry started emotionlessly into the man's face. The man was clearly interested in every word he spoke and wanted everyone else to be as well. Harry didn't care. He just wanted him stop talking; but his sister had told him to be polite. So he was waiting, endlessly, for the fool to shut up. Why she fell in love with this guy, he couldn't guess. Wearing green tights and a labcoat, he looked like a medieval, scientific disaster.
Getting no answer from his bored listener, the man instantly continued. What was he talking about now... bats? No, still fairies and how they relate to bats.
Harry fiddled with the zipper on his coat and hit his black converse together like a little kid. His bordem was eating away at his sense as well as his maturity. The room was crowded with people, but everyone else stayed far away. They refused to even make eyecontact in case the man might mistake it as a sudden interest in his ramblings.
Harry could feel everyone's pity, but no one would rescue him. For a perverse second he wished he was a damsel in distress. Then he would be saved since the people would find him beautiful and something worth saving.
Harry pulled his hood over his head, wishing the situation would disapear. His sister glanced over at him and smiled; he smiled back, the emotion behind it completely fake. His sister noticed and grimanced.
"Sorry," He mouthed the words. His sister only glared in annoyance. Harry bit his lip in frustration.
"You see, there's a meaning to everything in the old words. And I firmly believe that a nuclear combustion will fill the void where the other creatures will immerge. Or it is possible it has already happened and they are scattered. This is why we must build shelters out of rainbows and pudding to lead them home. They need..."
"Please just go away." Harry whispered, trying to rub away the throbbing behind his eyes with his palms. He was going to get out of the situation himself. His sister could yell at him all she wanted later.
"Pardon?"
"You're embarressing yourself. No one ever believes anything you say, and you repeat the same stuff over and over again at each party. It's annoying and no one believes you."
"Oh I don't know about that. You've been listening to me. You must believe some of it." The man probed gently.
"Nope." Harry started walking away; he could see freedom in front of him.
"Then say it."
Harry spun around at this, confused. "Say what?"
"Say that you don't."
"Then I can go?"
"Then you can go," the man stated simply.
"Ok fine, I don't believe in fairies." Harry smiled then turned around. Two seconds later he disapeared.
Smiling sadly, the man strolled down the cobblestones to his car. He clapped twice and a very confused young man appeared on the terrace behind him. "I was right. The fairies have returned."