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When have you ever known me to pat you on the back and tell you to get to it?

I was sort of hoping that you'd come around in your old age....

And I'd once hoped you'd someday mature, but it isn't to be.

[He snorts.]

Oh, come off it. Me? I mean, my hope was vaguely possible, whereas yours is just mental.

You did from first year to fifth. I'd rather hoped the process would continue on.

Nah, sorry. Stuck comfortably here in my development, that's me!

It's a wonder anyone but me puts up with you.

You're a wonder.

Flattery will get you nowhere, you know.

You're a liar, darling. Cleverest darling, favourite cleverest darling Moony my darling my love.

As I said: nowhere. I don't know why you think they'll work now; they didn't work while we were in Hogwarts together.

Nostalgia, I thought. And they work sometimes. "That's a lovely jumper"--ooh, doesn't that one make your heart swell!

It might if I was actually wearing a jumper.

Imagination, Moony.

I'm simply saying it would work better if I actually had the garment in question.

[A little louder:] Imagination, Moony, try to use it. I'll say "terribly flattering jumpsuit" if it's really all that difficult for you, but come on.

I haven't owned a jumper in years, you know.

You what! You're lying. You have to be.

Fashions change from age sixteen to age thirty-odd, you know.

Yes, but your skin is sort of made up of jumpers, isn't it? Or it attracts them. You wouldn't be you without a jumper--you have to have at least one. With the elbow patchy bits. You do, don't you.

My wife has rather better fashion sense than I do, fortunately. So no, in fact.

Oh, Moony. I mean, it's likely true, yeah, nearly everyone has better fashion sense than you--with the exception of Snivellus and Malfoy and all of their wanker lot, but--Moony, your jumpers were nearly you! Did she get rid of that one, even, that blue one, the one with the stretched-out neck--she did, didn't she!

[He snorts.]

I actually got rid of that myself when I was nineteen. It got a bit holey, even for me.

Did you at least give it a viking funeral?

Actually, you did. I'd thrown it out, and you grabbed it and proclaimed an object so loved needed a proper burial, and so we had a viking funeral. And then Lily came home and wanted to know what the hell we were doing, burning sweaters in her backyard, and threatened James with a Look, and that was the end of that.

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you might even say he's ARRESTED in development.....

Shamefully I laughed.

probably b/c i am very funny

eh

you shut your face girl

ehhhh

SHUT THAT 'OLE IN YOUR FACE

wow rude Eliza that sure ain't how I taught you to speak

SHUT YOUR 'OLE 'ENRY 'IGGINS SHUT YOUR 'OLE! IF YOU DON'T MAKE THE DEVIL TAKE YOUR SOUL!!!!

wow this is really mean

yeah well you ain't got no 'eart you ain't so wot d'you care

I think it's w-h-a-t

oh yeah you're-- OI I SAID SHUT THAT 'OLE IN YOUR FACE 'ENRY 'IGGINS

>:( >:( >:( >:(

BETTER, YES

you are the worst

you love me

>:(

:3

Stop that. Stop being cute.