Substance

“Define work–”

Work. Do things you don’t want to do for money. 

“We have to test if Marilyn still works.”

“I hope you can work a lighter,” Marlene said, producing one from her pocket. “She doesn’t like fire from wands much. Marilyn, I mean.”

I can work it fine. 

“Mate.”

Nice place. What am I trusting you on?

Mate, get over to McKinnon’s place.

That sounds like no fun at all.

“What are you doing here?” 

I work here today.

peterpettigr-ew:

Absolutely not, it isn’t. If we’re going to blame it on me, I’m going to have eaten the bloody thing.

Couldn’t we just… say it ran away?

Lying about it would make it worse wouldn’t it? I mean I told her from the beginning it was a bad idea, and this was bound to happen.

I’d say blame it on me but blame it on him. He feels bad; you’ll get off the hook. 

Yeah. Yeah, nine lives, James. Nine. You know how many I have? Not nine.

I feel like I need to brush my teeth. Like a lot.

About your ability to buy drinks or your abilities as an employee? 

Both.

That’s a tale for another bedtime.

And the tale for this one?

“For this conversation? Granted. Now leave me alone. You have to get up before noon if you want to get hired anywhere tomorrow.”

Mmm. You probably shouldn’t get up before noon.

Bloody hell, this never gets easier.

At least it doesn’t last as long as the cat would have.

“Is that how you’re playing it?”

That’s what I thought.

Slytherin, actually.

“Bite me, please.”

Raincheck.

You’ve really thought this out haven’t you?

I have now that you’ve tricked me into sitting