"It is funny," Agravaine said, putting a hand in the small of her back to move her along as the line they were standing in slowly and steadily wound its ways toward its goal.
He glanced once more at the oversized Muggle-made faux mountain. "If you say so," he said with careful neutrality as something within the structure rumbled and roared and screams shivered through the air. It probably said something about him that he instantly recognized the screams as non-threatening and harmless. He'd become something of an expert on the texture of screams while studying under Bellatrix Lestrange's tutelage.