Leroy frowned slightly, shaking his head. "It's a muggle thing, right? We didn't have a television when I was little," he explained, shrugging. Even if they'd had one, he probably would have preferred listening to Quidditch matches anyway.
"I can go one day without women!" Leroy insisted, crossing his arms. "But you're mental if you think I'd go two weeks without them. That'd be worse than dying!" He rolled his eyes at the idea, scoffing quietly. He pulled his head back when she attacked him with the paint brush, wiping the paint off on the back of his hand. "I don't need flying colors. I've just got to pass the class. I should've just dropped like I did care of magical creatures.."