[But it's too funny to hear the near comical calls of distress coming from someone as composed as Remus. Weighing the entertainment against the long awaited dinner, Lily shifts to the source of the noise, rapping on the door frame.]
Alright. The love fest is over. You're assaulting my kitchen boy, Black.
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Alright. The love fest is over. You're assaulting my kitchen boy, Black.