"Well, you know, it's been a few weeks since I last had one so I guess I was a little overdue." He could playfully banter all day. It was one of his favorite things to do. "But what I really want to know is who is this Ottoman you speak of? Never heard of the guy." Again, what were his parents thinking? Then again, they weren't exactly same considering they'd kicked him out when they found out he could do magic. Naming him Ottoman was really the least of their sins, wasn't it?
"Yes, I could just tell from your writings that you were desperate. And I do so hate to see a lady in desperate need." He peeled off his wet shirt and threw it on the ground. He pulled out his wand and did a quick drying spell on himself before grinning back over at her. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you suffer?"
"Well, I think what has happened here is that you've proven how interesting you are," he said with another laugh. "Honestly, how do you expect a dude to follow a great welcome back to school prank? You've wounded my pride, trouble. Absolutely wounded me."