“You wouldn’t do that to a poor old man, would you?” he asked, his expression contorting into something that resembled a pout. He knew the look in her eye. It was the same that Sirius and James and, to an extent, Remus himself got when they realized something would be an excellent prank. “Besides, you should never prank somebody who can retaliate.”
He grinned then, offering her a wink before moving toward the kitchen and calling back to her, as if he hadn’t just playfully threatened her. “Would you like something to drink? I restocked the ice box since last time, so you have your pick of the lot.”