"Hey, Evans—"

"Piss off, Potter."

"Aw, c'mon, Evans, I was just—"

"She said piss off."

"No one asked you, Meadowes."

"Sirius, don't—"

"Oh, don't stop him, Lupin, I'd like to see how far he can stick his foot in his mouth."

"Cass—"

"Marley, I can handle this."

"As if."

"You wanna say that again, Potter?"

"Evans, all I wanted to know—"

"No."

"But—"

"Look, you toerag, you have one last chance to walk away. Choose your words wisely."

"Alright, Meadowes, this doesn't even involve you—"

"It doesn't involve you, either, Black."

"Maybe we should just—"

"Not now, Marley."

"C'mon, guys—"

"Peter, shut up."

"But—"

"Oh for Merlin's sake."

"… hi, Mare."

"Honestly, I leave you lot alone for five bloody minutes and you're at each others throats. I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"Mary—"

"Lily, I know they're arrogant dolts, but…"

"Thanks, Mare, that's an excellent defense."

"You don't exactly help yourselves, James. Well—you and Sirius don't, at least."

"I beg to differ. Where else can one find this amount of sexiness in one place?"

"Alright, that's it!"

"Cass, no, put the wand away—"

"Bloody hell, woman!"