I don’t think so.
Well, of course you wouldn’t.
We may have different definitions of the truth.
Mine, of course, being the correct one.
That’s definitely not it. You can think it if you want to, though.
I’m just going to think the truth, since obviously that is, in fact, the truth.
Nothing to be sorry about. It really doesn’t upset me one bit.
It upsets you more than you’re willing to admit and that’s okay.
Or maybe you’re just bubbling with excitement on the inside because I’m talking with you.
Ahh, let me think about that…no, definitely not. Sorry ‘bout it.
Now you’re trying to deceive me, but it’s just not working.
Or maybe you just actually drive me insane.
You wish you could be with me all the time! I’m a good time gal.
Absolutely not, you drive me nuts.
This is exactly why you’re not a Slytherin. You’re just not smart enough.
No, no I think it’s because I was too smart to want to be a Slytherin. Otherwise I would have been stuck with you all the time.
You’d rather be lied to than deceived? Deceiving even sounds fun.
They’re exactly the same thing, I don’t see how it makes a difference. I think you’re just weird, Malfoy.
You’re the last person I’d believe on that one, I’m afraid. Your understanding of what truth is must be terribly mistaken.