& it hurts like hell

What part of lycanthropy do you think is optional? I’m not a fan of all of this either.

You agreed to help me anyway, though, so whose fault is it really?

“It was your idea.”

Aw, don’t get your knickers in a twist.

But it’s fun! They painted  me this lovely chicken flower thing, see? [ he holds up the painting ]

You can’t just walk away while we’re having a conversation.

“Already? Surely you want to spend more time basking in the glow of my presence.” 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Yeah, so says you. So says you that breaks my heart every time you don’t laugh at one of my jokes.” He pats his chest. “Hurts right here, and hurts deep, Padfoot.”

Oh, you don’t have to go right now. I was just packing up some food for you to take back to the house. I know you boys like my roast. 

“Oh, come on. I at least look like I’m out of school, don’t I?”

“It continues to baffle me how you are able to function on your own.  Don’t you have to have constant supervision, incase you run off?”

“So you do know who I am,” she said. “It’s an honor, Little Boy Black, that my name is known all the way down in the blood traitor circles. I never thought I’d spread to such low lows.” 

“You get a little less cute when you make fun of me like that.”

Hey,  you try finger-painting with toddlers. They’re adorable little messes.