[Sirius--who could care less about the disappointed face of Murphy Pendleton--who could, generally, care less about the disappointed face of anyone, with very few and rare exceptions--has no hangups about swinging carts around--which he happily proves by swinging his cart around at the end of the corridor, completing the turn at a less-than-breakneck-but-still-inadvisable speed. Devilish and daring even at a pace barely above a brisk jog.]
I'll scratch you--
[Which doesn't exactly make sense and is, in fact, a little juvenile of a response--but so what, the cart's not been scratched and Sirius is already heading back in the other direction, his risk paying off splendidly in that he is now in the lead.]
no subject
I'll scratch you--
[Which doesn't exactly make sense and is, in fact, a little juvenile of a response--but so what, the cart's not been scratched and Sirius is already heading back in the other direction, his risk paying off splendidly in that he is now in the lead.]
Eat cart, Lupin!