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SPOILER!!: Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 
If Paul wanted to fight his good moments, that was fine. He just shouldn’t expect Idris to leave him that easily. Id was stubborn like that.
That scowl was back and he was doing all that he could to not burst out in a big grin because there was a ginormous chance that would upset Paul further. Instead, the Gryffindor simply shrugged. Was he offended by the words? Not at all. By now, he was quite immune to Paul’s silliness. “Whatever gave you any indication that my sweetness evaporated whenever I’m talking to you?” came the sassy remark. “By that logic, I would be extremely grumpy like you, don’t you think?” An innocent look plastered over his face, Id tilted his head thoughtfully. Whatever it was Paul was planning to add Chocoballs to, he did not find out just then. What he was reminded of though, was the Hufflepuff’s colourful vocabulary. And that Nes seemingly liked Paul’s attention and would go to great lengths to get it.
“Nesquik Grunt! Did you forget our talk about biting?” Idris wagged his finger at his little pink bby as Paul scooped him up. Though… Nes did not seem to be paying attention to being admonished. Instead, he looked quite content in Paul’s arms; those purrs were proof. “You okay, Paul? Would Dad E need to take a look at your ankle?” His friend didn’t seem too bothered by the bite but Idris needed to be sure he was okay. “Mum would so scrub your mouth if she heard those colourful words you just used.” Sniggering slightly, he pointed to the brown chocoballs. “What are they going along with, anyway?”
Paul could feel a slight tickle on the back of his neck from Idris reaction. It was unnerving yet admirable how persistently nice he was. HE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS! He wanted to scream, but thanks to Nesquik, his urge to scream was granted though for a different reason. "...I was making a Nesquik shake again. Figured you'd want some too." Hence the strawberry and chocolate option. "I thought some chocoballs would go nicely with the drink. What do you think?"
Paul had to smirk though at Idris' cool altering slightly when his voice became firm with the Nesquik cat bundled in his arms. Looking all innocent, licking its own paws. He rolled his eyes, "Never better.." His mood was described as such. "I'm fine.. just a scratch. Nothing to fret over." Plus, Professor Feirgrund made him uncomfortable. Someone that big being all nice and helpful... it gave him uncomfortable shivers. No one that powerful displayed that kind of care. Maybe his Uncle TJ, but even he wasn't that tall. Then again, it would explain where Idris picked up the thoughtfulness from as he stared at him examining the little scratch on him. "I think your mum would do more than scrubbing... I still can't believe she said you could keep him. Didn't she complain about all the fur he sheds?"
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