Severus shrugs. "He's a pillar of the Secrecy Act all by himself; that ought to count for something. Being A Complete And Utter Twit," he takes out a little black notebook* and gravely leafs through it, "ah, yes, is only punishable by the judicious application of Knee Knocking Terror. There would have to be at least casual malice involved to warrant Terror Requiring Laundry Soap, and he's only a stubbornly deluded idiot."
* Containing a long list of local gathering places, alphabetized by ingredient