"Your experiment of course," Rus answers, slightly exasperated.
"Strangest thing actually," he grins. "Not that I minded, but I didn't want to cause extra work for the Pomfrey." He frowns, glancing at what Severus is doing; it looks suspiciously bookish to him.
"Er, well, the tourists seem to want things like that," Alf answers, shifting from foot to foot.
"What wings exactly?" Rus asks sceptically, his hands curling into fists.
"Er, buffalo?" Alf is beginning to think he's bitten off more than he can chew (pun intended)
The red blotches are starting to fade, thank the gods! Well, I threw the soap away and I won't be using that kind (Zest) again.