Tom: I was told to “act natural”. What does it mean to act natural?
Harry, horrified: Oh god, please don’t!
James: Talk to my son again and I’ll find you and fucking kill you.
Tom: Wierd he must be our son because he calls me daddy too spooky idc if I die goodnight.
*pulling away from kissing*
Tom: Come back to my place?
Harry: For what?
Tom: You know.
Harry: (thinking about putting little hats on Nagini) Ya, I do.
