Concerns.

[petitemillicent]

For a change, I am going to talk about the NEWTs

Comments

[potterstinks]

And I do not chafe. I burn.

[petitemillicent]

Well then do something about the sun.

M. B.

[potterstinks]

I've drawn up some plans for a spell to destroy it, but it's only tentative at the moment.

[petitemillicent]

If you need further emotional support for this project, know that I am here for you.

M. B.

[potterstinks]

What, exactly, do you mean by 'here for [me]'? Are you attempting to hit on me?

[petitemillicent]

May I?

M. B.

[potterstinks]

How could you resist?

[petitemillicent]

I do not know.

All that chafed skin and receding hairline.

How could I, indeed.

M. B.

[potterstinks]

I DO NOT CHAFE, MILLICENT. I BURN. MY SKIN IS SENSITIVE. IT'S HARDLY MY FAULT YOUR SKIN IS COMPARABLE TO LEATHER.

I DO NOT HAVE A RECEDING HAIRLINE. MY HAIR IS THICK AND GLORIOUS.

[petitemillicent]

My skin is "weathered" because I have suffered.

Not "leather".

Why are you shouting?

M. B.

[potterstinks]

Weathered, if you were a dragon. I am shouting because I was just struck with the brilliant idea to set you on fire in your sleep. I was quite excited, you understand.

[petitemillicent]

That would be a lot more threatening if you do not sleep three times more than I do.

M. B.

[potterstinks]

Is this a joke? You're the laziest person I've ever met. I'm surprised you manage to stay awake until dinner, but of course, there's food there.

[petitemillicent]

You nap more than you eat, you realise.

M. B.

[potterstinks]

Considering that I don't spend twelve hours a day eating, this is hardly a surprise.

[petitemillicent]

Therefore, you sleep more than me, and I am correct.

M. B.