So back when we first started dating, husband gave me the nickname “Bunny”. It stuck over the years to such a point where other people started calling me Bunny, though never with as much feeling. It ranges from amused indulgence (which is the only way to live with me) to straight up filthy ardent devotion that should be impossible to convey in just two syllables, and yet he’s been doing it for over a decade.
Anyway, I’ve been badgering him all night to take the Patronus test on Pottermore and he’s doing the options like a grumpy old man like “oh no think of a happy thought, I don’t have any” and “oh look how spooky, blood and bone, such darkness, such drama” and then it gets to the bit where your patronus is waiting to be generated and he’s like “all right lets see what shit this throws at me” and
[caption: an image of a bunny rabbit hopping over the screen with the words, ‘your patronus is a wild rabbit’.]
“AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA IT’S ME, I’M YOUR PATRONUS THIS IS THE BEST CLICHE EVER NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THIS AHAHAHAHA”