(Are they scratching their nails on the chalkboards of death
Only seeking attention when everyone in the room has left)
*adapt
Harry was frowning as he cut the carrots and lettuce into thin strips. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."
George smiled halfway as he made room on the table for Harry to put the vegetables there.
"A rabbit is a lot of responsibility," Harry continued. "And I am not sure we are prepared for such responsibilities."
George nodded, trying to hide the huge smile when he saw the house that Harry transfigured for the rabbit, it was now a top hat, which Harry said was a wizard hat, but George had never seen a wizard or witch with anything like that.
George slid his hand through the soft dark fur of the rabbit that just the day before, he had found alone, thin and very scared in the street.
"He doesn't like it so much when you caress his back, he prefers to be scratched behind his ears."
Harry said without even turning to see what George did or didn't do. Apparently the connection between Harry and the rabbit had grown a lot since the last time.
"Here's your food Willson," Harry said as he put the food to the rabbit, who sniffed it before starting the feast.
"I also bought something at the vet, they say it's good for rabbit hair..."
George was sure that he would not have to insist much for Harry to accept the rabbit.