Кто рискует удачно, тот пьет шампанское, а кто нет... за того пьют водку.

# С каждым последующим перезахоронением останки выглядели все убедительнее... (УпСы -> о своем Лорде)
# Героями не рождаются - ими хоронят... (Драко Малфой)

"You dislike oatmeal, Potter?"

Harry looked up from his meal and forced himself to wipe the look off his face. "Er... no, I just really don't like raisins."

Harry watched as Snape frowned and looked down at his own bowl, apparently not even noticing the little bastards had been there at all.

The Potions Master spooned some oatmeal into his mouth, taking a bite. "Raisins?" the professor asked, as though Harry had just said something that made Snape question his sanity.

"Yeah, I mean just look at them... just... ugh," Harry said, emptying his bowl of every raisin he could find and placing them on his napkin.

"Is there any particular reason you're looking on what are essentially dried grapes with such disdain?"

"Well, yeah, how can you like them? They're all shriveled up and dead looking. It's not natural. I mean, if you want to have grapes in your breakfast, have grapes in your breakfast. No need to shrivel them up and have little dead things looking you in the face in the morning."

Snape looked at Harry as though he had completely lost his mind but continued to say nothing as the young man dished out raisins onto his napkin.

"Why does my oatmeal have to be littered with the corpses of dead grapes? Really, whoever came up with them in the first place..." Harry stopped when he realized Snape had been quiet for some time.

He looked up and met the amused eyes of the Potions Master, looking for all the world like he wanted to grin but was holding it back on pain of death. Harry felt his face break into an all out smile.

"You aren't homeless anymore. Hogwarts is your home, now," Albus said. Harry looked about ready to be ill at the sentiment.

"Lovely," the youth said dryly. "And I'm sure we'll all turn out to be one big happy family, too." Severus snorted.

Вопрос:
Вы голый лежите в постели. Справа - девушка вашей мечты, слева - гей.
К кому вы повернетесь спиной?

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