"You are such a smart bloke, Moony, what do you need my help for? Not for studying. You need me for fun. Seriously." His parents really should have somehow known, when they named him, that one day their son would abuse said name for obvious and less obvious puns all the time. He felt it was a given conclusion.

"What are you even studying?" Yes, he had not been paying attention. He just looked now, frowning at what Remus had underlined. "Ugh. History is boring."