"That approach assumes the effects will be stopped by one person. I prefer to assume as little as possible."
"...Brooms, Rus." Not that he needs them. But he prefers to keep his flying spell in reserve for emergencies.
"Well, p--oranges are readily obtainable."
Severus, who had been perfectly ready to play innocent before he was actually condescended to, looses a glacial theoretically-a-smile at him, and says in a soft panther-crouched-in-the-shadows voice with glinting winter sky eyes, "That is understood. How long does your game generally run?" The nominally-a-smile widens slightly, daring him to question the explanation, "We need to know when to expect to be home."
Ow! Which is only one reason why Sev doesn't mention it. ;) (sniffs) (g)