"That is a valid point, Mrs. Potter," James said with a solemn nod, lifting the plate up to eye-level to watch it jiggly thoroughly. This could be a very lethal weapon, if used correctly. James turned a bit, ear almost pressing to his shoulder as he looked down at Lily, "Who would you like to stick in a big bowl of this concoction?"
Because, it was very doable. Very doable. James could think of about twenty people that he'd like to jam rather far down into a lake of jello, right off the top of his head. Wasn't exactly murder, but oh--it was a very unique variation of torture, indeed.
Actually, there were a few of those people at this party, and James made an obvious show of this as he tilted his head down to gaze across the field of chatting guests.
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