Clorinda/Caradoc
"Are you sure you're not confusing me with my much less attractive and definitely less intelligent doppelgänger? I fucking loathe brunch. It's for overburdened mothers with sagging tits and dimming prospects, and their equally uninspiring soft-balled husbands."
He was almost shocked with himself for having articulated his hate for mid-morning carb-loads with half as much venom as he had originally intended. Clorinda definitely had a somewhat calming affect. Or dulling. He wasn't sure which so he chose to settle for the former. Besides, he knew he should shovel some food shaped items into his mouth and stomach anyway. It had been at least two days since he last ate something normal human beings referred to as a "healthy meal".
"Toast and marmalade in your bed is hardly brunch, Clor," he intoned and linked his arm with hers as they moved towards the Phoenix. "As for kids, I do like the ones Potters and Longbottoms have. And I suppose the Weasleys." He threw his head back and held out his arm to signify distance. "From afar. Very, very far."