"I'll review the charms... you could try a pensieve, you know."
"I have tried it," he snarls. "Goddamned Crouch. Thought it was funny. Did he still think it was so bleeding funny with both hands and his one sodding leg and such shredded I think bloody not. Then he locked me in with a bedamned werewolf with a grudge on the bloody full. Served him fucking right to get snogged."
When he has, in the fullness of time, stopped steaming over Barty, he says, "We had the Tournament at the school that year; the Durmstrang boy took on a shark's head."
"Oh, for a camera," Severus murmurs, leaning up against the wall to watch them.
Thanks, I will! Maybe the ones that give you ulcers later are bad ones? I get it! They're all fast and hidey and hairy and they look like they don't have feet and they jump and lurk in corners and some of them have poison that works on people and they kill their prey in a really gruesome way and some of them like to lay eggs in people and many of us have seen that B movie or the Hobbit. Just forks? That's lucky! "What do you mean, Oops?"