
J: Oh, well… how about you?
Sh: Well, I have my personal doctor, if I’ll catch a cold.
oh my god, don’t mind me. Just squealing to myself in a corner out of the cute.
You’d think these two were my children after the amount of “awwwh they are so precious!” and “aren’t you two just the cutest things!” that just spewed from the general region of my mouth.
They are my children.AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW
I WANT THIS LIKE I WANT TO MEET JK ROWLING!!!
DESPERATELY!!
Oh. God. Scene. In. Show. Please.