[The feed flickers on to show Remus' hand moving away from a teacup on the coffee table as he leans back into the couch, legs curled up under him. It's a nice, domestic scene with Remus reading a book in peace.
And then the yelling starts in from the kitchen.]
-it was mine!
And I was hungry.
But...but it was mine, Pads!
And I'm a growing boy, Prongsy
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So, he glares, in utter irritation.]
Yeah. I am lovely. And it was mine!
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Well, now it's mine. Not much you can do about it now that it's in my tummy. But, I have to say, you make a good sandwich, Prongs.
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It was still mine. You shouldn't just take things that aren't yours. And now I can't have one.
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It was just sitting there, calling out to me! I just had to eat it! And it's not like we don't have more food in the kitchen.
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Yeah, probably.
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Yet.
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Ah zhe zounds of arguing~.It reminds me of home.
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Er...sure.
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Vell it does~! Dok vould alvays get into zhese entertaining arguments vith Schrodinger. One vould zhink zhat he vould haf better control over hiz own creation~!
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I see. You would think.
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