Looking a gift-pig in the mouth.

[dracolicious]

I don't know why I've developed the habit of purposely ignoring the possibility of doom and destruction, and instead choose to only see the potential for the good, warm and fuzzy. Saddling myself with the poster boy for Gryffindor probably hasn't helped, all things considered

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[boywholives]

I'm okay, sweet pea - I'm just tired, yeah? Come on up here and sit with me...

Do you want to try a sip of my coffee?

[dracolicious]

You probably won't like it any better than you usually do, but by all means, have a gulp. It's a good thing you aren't wearing white.

[boywholives]

Well I like it. So there.

[dracolicious]

Papa is a nutter, yes. We'll stick to proper tea, you and I.

[boywholives]

Would you stop staring at me as though I've got Hinkypunks crawling out of my ears?

[dracolicious]

Hinkypunks? Surely you're confusing them with horklumps.

[boywholives]

I have little pink mushroom men crawling out of my ears instead? I think I'd notice that.

[dracolicious]

Better than incorporeal, one-legged swamp ghouls.

[boywholives]

I'm fine. I'm not going to start bursting into tears, you know. Honestly.

[dracolicious]

Did I say that? I don't believe that I said anything of the sort, Potter.

[boywholives]

You've been giving me looks all day. This is why I wanted to go alone. I knew you'd laugh at me.

[dracolicious]

I'm not laughing! I think it's adorable. Your parents weren't quite as vicious as we were, but they certainly tried their best.

[boywholives]

And don't act as though you weren't contemplating running over to your mum and pushing her in Snape's direction.

[dracolicious]

That would have ended disastrously for my nose, I suspect, and I'd really have had to become a bottle blond.

[boywholives]

No, you wouldn't even be here.

[dracolicious]

Some other less attractive incarnation of myself might be, and he might be . . . straight.