"I don't know," Rus muses. "It seems you waste an awful lot of time your way." He returns the grin. "Accidentally or on purpose?"
"It wasn't," Rus assures him. "I meant that you on a broom would certainly be more normal than you being towed along like a kite. To the muggles," he adds. "They wouldn't let me play at all!," Rus reminds Severus. "Not even gobstones."
"Oh! Right! Right! Right! I shall have to get some on the way home." He sniffs loudly and dabs at his nose again.
"Of course you can!" Rus tells him heartily. "You can put rat droppings in the olives too!"
EEP! I humbly beg Miss Eileen's pardon (and am not at all thinking of the Holy Grail!)