I'm seventeen, ( he says with emphasis ) and I very much doubt that, thank you.

( that said — he does start magicking piles of feathers into his gifted trash bag, running a fun sword and the stone type of scene. shovel, psh. he lacks hermione's natural curiosity towards magical things, and generally sees it more cut and dry than it usually is. feathers bad, feathers go in trash. if he could toss out the dark lord voldemort, he might be inclined to do that as well.

he glances back at harry the duct tape fetishist with a somewhat amused look, unhappy with his own bewitching, but clearly pleased by the frustration in his every word. )

How're you so sure the tape will hold? I was more inclined to destroy them, then to stop them.

( thinking like a gryffindor, basically. )