Sirius: S, Remus: R
S: ’Lo, Moony darling. What’re you doing?
R: Completing my Potions Essay. Which, at any rate, Mr. Padfoot, you should be doing too.
S: Me? Complete essays? My dear Moony-moons, you’re delirious! Marauders never do things as mundanely idiotic as Potions essays. You are an exception, darling. You’re too brainy to keep that
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