Descent
“Not you, moron,”
“Ooh, so you mean the nymphs?” Harry asked, looking over Alastor's shoulder excitedly, before giggling like a psychotic clown, “Yeah... okay, maybe a little.” he relented before elbowing Alastor… wriggling his eyebrows, “But hey dude, they are pretty hot. You should come with me and the boys. Try them sometime!”
Alastor winced while Sean muttered: “No thanks.”
“Nobody asked you, old man–you already have a mate!” Harry retorted, tossing an empty water bottle in Sean's direction.