Moony & Padfoot.
If someone wants to kill me, I only feel it's right they should want to kill me the most.
Alright, well. [...] Narcissa's son. I spoke to him at Christmas, letting the spirit of St. Nick move through me or what have you. Among blithely informing me how that my baby cousin is dead and being incredibly patronising about my ability to know what chocolate you fucking like, he told me that I [...] unsettle you. That my behaviour is unsettling to you, and that I no longer have the ability to make you laugh. Confirm for me, if you would, that this is bullshit.