What are you doing?
Thinking.
God help us.
I'll have a word with Him.
*head to desk*
Ouch. That must've hurt.
I'm used to it.
Um… okay.
Considering how often you make me hit my head against my desk in the best interest of my sanity, I would be used to it.
Sorry.
Don't worry. The Marauders also played their part in putting a dent in my desk.
What year are they in now?
Second.
ONLY SECOND?!
Yes. Excuse me. *head to desk*
Wow. You really need help. REALLY.
You have no idea.