@glockhart from (x)
“I’m not that old! I don’t need glasses just yet!” Gilderoy gasped and touched his chest, mortally wounded. Nothing quite got him quite like slights against his looks and age, even if it wasn’t intended. “And I wouldn’t say that to just anyone, you really do! I had better hair of course. I could help you with that if you want.”
Funnily enough, Sam really couldn’t care less for this stranger and his random desire to talk to a street urchin, but he supposed there were worse conversations he could be having. It wasn’t often he got to talk to someone, either. “Kids wear glasses too, idiot. Wasn’t calling you old. And my hair isn’t really a priority now, strange enough. What is this, your good deed for the day?”
