Sirius was poking me. He was poking me and I was trying to work. He was poking me and I was working on the term paper that was a quarter of our grade for the year.
"What, Sirius?"
"I'm bored, Moony."
"Yes, well, so am I."
"Oh, great. For a second there, I thought you were just going to sit here all afternoon and-"
"Sirius, I am going to sit here all afternoon."
"You're dreadfully boring."
I sighed. "Well, you're just going to have to live with it."
He sighed. He stopped poking me. Thank god. Oh, great. Now, he's tugging my hair.
"Padfoot, what're you doing?"
"Trying to make your hair grow faster."
"I doubt it's going to grow any faster just because you're tugging at it."
"It's worth a try isn't it." This sentence was accompanied by his hardest tug, which knocked me over on top of him.
"Sirius, I hate you."
"Love you too, Moony."