Parrish Storm

"Sounds quite very reasonable. S’pose I should call you by your name then? I mean, in the case I do have to call you anything again."

"Yes! Dance party!"

"Why not?'

"Aw, thank you!"

"So wanna go do some birthday stuff?"

"Yay, birthday!"

"Aw! Happy birthday!" He sits down on the ground and looks up at her as she had instructed him to do when they were together. 

"If I was in a bad mood, you’d be in the hospital wing by now."

"Would I? I'm not so sure. Wait, so you're saying this is a good mood?"

"I will watch that. Maybe you’ll get quite predictable after a week or so. That would be terribly boring, wouldn’t it? Oh merlin, liger just sounds awful! Badgon isn’t that much better. But at least a bit.”

"I don't know, I wouldn't count on it. Maybe we should just agree to not combine lions and badgers any time soon." 

Maisie walked out of the castle. “Yay, it’s so nice out!”

"I know! It's so awesome!"

I guess so. I’m Remus Lupin, by the way. I don’t think we’ve ever spoken before.

"I don't think we have, although I recognize you. I'm Parrish."

"You are full of surprises, you lion-hearted badger. Or lion with a badger heart?"

"I guess I'm just a surprising person. Hmm... combine them, liger or badgon."

"Are you really so thick that you don’t understand shut up?”

"Well someone's in a bad mood."

"Slightly more violent and dirty things, than you think of probably."

"Hmm well, for me the word 'whatever' literally means 'whatever' which, I suppose, includes your definition."

"… Yes sir. You may stand."

"Good" He stood up and began to walk with her out of the castle. 

"Umm, let’s go walk outside!"

"Sure! Do I have permission to get up and walk for this?"

"Yay, good. So," Maisie leaned on his shoulder since, she can do that. "what’s going on?"

"Oh, nothing much. What do you want to do?"

"Well you’re like a bajillion feet tall so it wouldn’t be hard for you to drop something on someone… which reminds me," she gave him a look to go down on his knees.

"Riiiight yeah." He sat down on the floor. "Alright you're officially the tall one, now we can talk."

"You’re lying. Oh well, I bet this is a much better story.”

"Okay, fine I may have slightly exaggerated the whole 'abducted by aliens part' but I have dropped a hot dog before... just not on someone's head. So yeah, your story might be a little bit more interesting. But if my story was true, it would be pretty cool."

I figured that. What I meant was what are they running from? You wouldn’t happen to know would you?

"No idea. Maybe we should go over there and see."