"I can't be smooth all the time, Mel.. it's a lot of work!" Leroy made a face at her and stuck his tongue out. "Wouldn't the flame throwers burn the daisies? I think flowers are a bad idea."
He watched her paint his hand for a few moments, looking thoughtful. "Maybe you could do like.. a whole body mural. I'll just wear underpants and you can paint those too. Then McGonagall might not give me as long of a detention," he reasoned, knowing he'd probably get at least a weeks worth for showing up to breakfast in only his underwear. "I don't want to study right now, though. Studying is boring. And I don't want to blow things up in here."