"Wow, there's, there's potions? And, and techniques? That's, that's brilliant. I never, I never tried any of that. Thanks for, for enlightening me." Albus rolled his eyes, not even bothering to hide his annoyance. Why did people always assume they knew everything about his life? Usually it was because they'd read about him in the papers since he was born, but Regulus hadn't ever done that. Apparently there was 'assume whatever the fuck you want' written on Al's forehead.
"And hey, you, you, got me. I'm a, I'm a terrible Slytherin. Terrible Gryffin, Gryffindor too. Yay you, you're so, so perceptive. Are we, are we done?"