The whole swamp bit was pretty awesome. (g) And Evangeline stayed with me longer than I expected, I'll admit. Oh, of course they do! And then there's the whole accent issue. Anime does a similar thing, although there it's mostly the eyes being angular rather than the whole body.
He groans. "It certainly is." His mouth quirks. "Well, the tea in the staffroom is invariably nasty. I was never allowed to brew it when anyone was watching after the first time, at any rate; oddly, some people seem not to like their tea boiled nearly solid." He shrugs. "Peach-colored, at any rate. It was a calming and energizing draught."
"Who were you thinking of, then? I could certainly owl away for charms if you like; some of the native tribes have very effective traditions of dreamwork charms across the pond and in Australia. But I hadn't thought to take the time." He staggers slightly at the buffet, and then goes farther with the stagger incase the men at the bar are paying attention. "Dickens, certainly, if you'd enjoy it. Anything that would either relax you or bore you to tears."
"I'm sure you could find other ways to bite people," he points out back, amused. "Didn't I ever tell you? My apprenticeship was with Damocles Belby. I know the side effects of both lycanthropy proper and that shite commercial formulation of the Wolfsbane potion that's all the Ministry would give us finding for backwards and forwards. I've kept on with the project in my own time, of course, and made some improvements, but time is always in short supply. Why do you think I was always fighting with Rookwood?"
"Honest labor?" Severus suggests brightly, swaying away from the jab in a quasi-inebriated way, with an impish look that contrasts oddly with his features.