[His grudging laughter cuts short, turns into a just-supressed snicker.] "You have a fairy godmother." [And before he can help it, much as he KNOWS fairies aren't what Disney makes them, he's imagining Harry riding in a pumpkin carriage in a Cinderella gown, scowling like only he can, and bippity-boppity-boo he can FEEL his face going red oh God Daniel Don't. Laugh.
...Of course, there are always worse things to think about.] "Gotcha. In case of emergencies. Break mod-boss. Better safe than sorry, right?"
[And if mob-boss required emergencies weren't bad enough...] "Ohgodno. I mean. No. They don't. Um. Pleasedon'ttellthem. It's a good class! It's not a-a How To manual or anything. It's learning about people. Culture. Other cultures. The history and stuff. But. I just don't need that conversation. They're my parents." [He will never make fun of your fairy godmother, Harry, please he promises.]
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...Of course, there are always worse things to think about.] "Gotcha. In case of emergencies. Break mod-boss. Better safe than sorry, right?"
[And if mob-boss required emergencies weren't bad enough...] "Ohgodno. I mean. No. They don't. Um. Pleasedon'ttellthem. It's a good class! It's not a-a How To manual or anything. It's learning about people. Culture. Other cultures. The history and stuff. But. I just don't need that conversation. They're my parents." [He will never make fun of your fairy godmother, Harry, please he promises.]