"Well," Rus begins slowly, "the idea is for it to be in tune, or at least in rhythm yeah? So if it isn't, things go wrong, right? And if that wrong can be directed, harnessed somehow, it might be a force to be reckoned with."
He turns this over in his mind, rubbing his chin. "Actually," he says finally. "That's probably a very accurate image." He grins. "I like mastiffs."
An eyebrow rises. "Crabbe and Goyle?" he reminds Severus. Rus nods at Alf's back. "He's running some kind of scam I reckon. We're going to be ringers. He'll make a fortune getting people to bet against us. Or maybe just you." He frowns. "Let's wait and see what he wants."
Oh I don't know...at least you always know where you stand with Rus.