"Father Christmas?" Q asks, only partly joking. "Though it's not the right time of year for him." He waggles the empty glass back and forth, thinking. "That's something I suppose," he mutters. "No, it wouldn't," he agrees. "But a potion? Is there a potion that does something like this to an inanimate object? I mean, it'd have to be daubed on wouldn't it?" He nods. "My house is so small; it doesn't have very many ways in. Or out." He shrugs. "There was a package on the stoop this morning." He looks around. "Not from the post though. I have wards there too and they didn't go off."
"That's me," Q agrees wryly. "Once bitten, twice shy. And massive panic attack." He gives a snort of laughter. "I did; it was an...interesting experience."
Thank you! And to you as well! WOW!! 13. That's awesome. We had some very nice fireworks too. We just go out to the front yard to see them. Sorry about the bugs though. :(