Stop being reasonable. You cannot always appeal to my quidditch preservation.

He's. Just. So. Frustrating. I wish he could be more like you sometimes. You are never infuriating, nor do you say insensitive, dumb, ridiculous things. Nor do you send me a present for my birthday and then subsequently spend the next five letters saying I won't like it, even though I did! You sent me a book with no issues! I don't even like to read! (I do like this one though, I promise!) Talk about mixed signals! I don't even know why I bother sometimes. It's just so ridiculous.