Re: James, Sirius, Albus
"No, not Dylan. Scorpius. You kissed Scorpius. You told me you are fucking Sirius. For entertainment purpose, I assume."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Seriously!" Argh. He swallowed back the rest of the sentence and tried again. "Damn it, James! Why can't you see it? The only way to save you and Scor from the curse, is by helping the person who has the information necessary to do so."
Explaining the obvious to someone of such a different - Gryffindor - way of thinking, was very aggravating.