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Ron: "I'll never stop loving you."
Sev: "Neither will I. Always... Wait. WAIT A MOMENT YOU LITTLE-"
Sev, trying to have a private conversation with Hermione. He casts Muffliato.
Hermione: "Oh, that's so sweet that Ron taught you his privacy spell. He never taught me..."
Sev: "Excuse you, *HIS* PRIVACY SPELL?????"
Sev: "I just got a letter from Draco. He and Pansy are expecting and want to know if I'll be the godfather."
Ron: "Sure? That's really sweet. You're not asking for permission, so what is it?"
Sev: "They offered for his middle name to take after me. I'm not sure I want to..."
Ron, thinking: "You should tell him to name the kid after his cousin then."
Sev, curious: "Which one?"
Ron, brightly: "Armand, of course."
Sev, connecting the dots: "You realize he will assume I am being completely serious about that and do it, don't you?"
Ron: "Of course."
Sev: "You have corrupted me. I don't even know why I'm considering this?"
Ron: "And yet, you're writing it down for them right now. Just think, in about a dozen years his kid will befriend one of the twins' at school and he'll introduce himself. It will be the longest con of ours to date."
Sev: "I expect to be notified during their first meeting."
Sev: "I'm having trouble finding a substitute for this ingredient for a recipe I found."
Ron: "Wow, that book is ANCIENT! What's the ingredient?"
Sev: "Basilisk scales, the fresher the better. The problem being none are alive that I know the location of and I'd prefer it as potent as possible."
Ron: "Hang on, let me Floo Harry."
Sev, hesitantly: "Potter has a Basilisk?"
Ron: "Don't be silly, Sev. Harry could barely keep a kneazle alive."
Sev sighs.
Ron: "Hogwarts does! We just need a parselmouth to get in."
Sev: "I suppose I shall inform Minerva to expect visitors."
Ron: "Great idea, much better than mine to just sneak in."