Awkward was one word for them, and Harry was beginning to experience the dread that was the realization that perhaps that brand of awkward was becoming some sort of twisted running gag.

Naw, he was probably being paranoid. Although...

No, that quote's been done. Anyway, right now he was very glad he hadn't been eating anything when Xion asked her question, because as it was he somehow managed to almost choke on nothing, and a spittake would have been just undignified.

Hell's bells, if he ever got his hand on the author of that thing, there would be hell to pay.

"Um, pretty much like that, except actually meant to be funny, not...whatever that was meant to be."