Sirius: Heu... Moon, what are you doing with my, already so awesome and perfect, hair? 

Remus: Shush, you’ll see later, now stang still so I can cut it a bit.

Sirius: cut? CUT!? get away from me! Put those DAMN scisors down or I’ll take all of your chocolats as hostage!

Remus: .... There’s no need to be that mean.