"Oh please, I know they love to see me suffer. One day, they'll get a guy younger than me in that office that they can treat like the baby," Adam said, shaking his head a little bit, then reaching up to flip his hair off of his face. "I've only been the office baby for like, ten years or so. It's really sad."
"He's the one that's giving Americans a bad rap, barging into people's offices that way, running about and giving poor, innocent men who just wanted to spend their birthdays with their wives and kids antlers," Adam said, putting on his most dramatic, Southern tone for effect. "Honestly, I don't know why my sixth years decided to hex him. It's not like I told them to."
"We can't all be perfect. Except for me. I'm clearly perfect," Adam said, trying to look entirely serious, but ruining it by laughing. Perfect, sure. Nearly a squib at this point, too. "Thanks for covering me, though. If I'm stuck in the infirmary, maybe they'll let you try your hand at Defense Against The Dark Arts. I'm sure Patrick won't ever do it again. I have heathens."