"Yeah! I like the sword idea!" Leroy said, nodding his head. "That's much more manly than a bunch of silly flowers. Daisies are not macho." He swatted at the paintbrush she was attacking him with, nose wrinkling up as he leaned backwards and almost fell off the bed.
Once he righted himself, Leroy gave her a mock serious look. "You don't have to side with Gryffindor. You just have to paint me so I can beat Wesley. I've got to have a lion eating a badger somewhere on my body," he informed her.